‘Most of the cargo got hit with a big snowstorm last night, so a lot of today’s shipments have been delayed—’‘This shit’s supposed to be guaranteed,’ the Fae snarled.‘Yeah, it is. You can get your money back, but you have to fill out a claim—’‘Fuck the claim, you moron! I need that package. Now!’My Master will have my ass if I don’t turn up with this delivery, and if my ass goes in a sling, I’m going to come back here and rip your goddamn lungs out.Livia drew in her breath at the virulence of the unspoken threat. She knew the Faes lived only to serve the one who made them, but it was always a shock to hear the terrible depth of their allegiance. Nothing was sacred to their kind. Lives meant nothing, be they human or supernatural. Faes was nearly as awful as the Rogues, the bloodthirsty, criminal faction of the demon nation.The Fae leaned over the counter, fists braced on either side of him. ‘I need that package, asshole. I’m not leaving without it.’The clerk backed away, his ex
With trembling fingers, Livia retrieved the cell phone from where it lay at her feet and slipped it into her pocket. The slaying had drained her, the combined physical and psychic exertion almost too much to bear. Each time seemed to weigh more heavily on her, taking longer for her to recover. She wondered if the day would come that she might slide so deep into the abyss that she’d not rebound at all. Probably, she guessed, but not today. And she would keep fighting so long as she had breath in her body and the pain of loss in her heart.‘For Francisco,’ she whispered, staring down at the dead Fae as she clicked on the MP3 player in preparation of her return home. Music blared from the tiny earbuds, muting the gift that gave her the power to hear the darkest secrets of a human’s soul.She’d heard enough for now.
Rhye was on him at once. He threw the Rogue off the woman, driving the snarling demon into the side of the brick building and holding it there with his forearm wedged under the suckhead’s chin. “Get out of here!” he shouted to the human as she started to drag herself up off the ground. “Run!” She flung a frightened look over her shoulder – the first glimpse Rhye got of her face. His gaze locked on to a pair of huge, pale lavender eyes. The woman stared at him from over the top of a dark knit scarf that could hardly disguise the delicate beauty beneath it. Holy shit. He knew her. Jessa! And she wasn’t just a random human female; she was a warrior. A shewolf. A young widow from one of the nearby pack sanctuaries in the city. Rhye didn’t know her well. He hadn’t seen her for several months, not since the night he’d taken her home from the pack’s compound. It was the last he had seen of her, but it hadn’t been the last time he’d thought about her. What the hell was she doing here?
Rhye wiped his bloodied blade on the dead Rogue's jacket and idly observed the swift disintegration of the last body in the alley. The postmortem cleanup was courtesy of Rhye's titanium weapons, a metal that acted as poisonous acid to the diseased cellular makeup of Rogue. The three bodies dissolved in the snow, reducing flesh, bone, and clothing to nothing but dark spots of ash against the pristine white.Rhye blew out a curse, his senses still quivering with the heat of combat. Battle-sharpened eyes lit on the sword Jessa had lost in her struggle with the rogue who’d attacked her. He walked over and retrieved the weapon. "Bloody hell," he muttered, picking the blade up from the snow. It wasn’t some dainty dagger a lady might carry for protection, but a serious-looking bit of hardware. Seven inches long, serrated near the upward jut of the tip, and, unless he missed his guess, the metal was not your basic carbide steel but Rogue-eating titanium.Which begged the question once more: w
Rhye knew if he took the cell phone into the compound lab, Leon would find it contained just one number, super-encrypted and impossible to break. This particular phone was spattered with human blood, the same shit that soaked the front of Livia."Where did you get this, Livia?""I think you know," she replied, her voice quiet but defiant. He turned to face her. "You took it off a Fae? Demons? By yourself? Jesus Christ... how?"She rolled her eyes, "I’m a witch and a warrior for fuck sake, Rhye." She shrugged, rubbing the side of her head as if it hurt her. "I tracked him from the train station. I followed him, and when the chance was there, I killed him."It wasn't often that Rhye was taken by surprise, but hearing those words coming out of the petite witch hit him like a brick to the back of his head. "You can't be serious." But she was. The level look she gave him left no doubt whatsoever.Behind her, the television screen flashed with a live breaking-news bulletin. A reporter came
Livia’s life wasn't all rainbows and sunshine; it was full of pain and betrayal. She once trusted Elfy, believed in Francisco, and trusted so many people, but what did it lead her to? She ended up alone. She had nothing but herself now, and with alpha Rhye in her trail, was there any future for her? Even her own coven ignored her and hated her for a reason even her young mind could comprehend. That, she couldn’t bear. "This is important to me, Rhye. I made a promise to myself to never run again, and yes I found you guys. Maybe it was fate, but I promise not to close my eyes and be blind to everything, and I mean to uphold it." He paused and slid a flat glance over his shoulder. "It’s your funeral. Why don't you leave it to us? My warrior could handle it. Trust me." he said, and pulled the door closed behind him. ***** Rhye threw the last of Livia’s hunting souvenirs into an isolated stretch of the river and watched as the dark water rippled out and the cell phone vanished into the d
The alarm tripped Rhye's senses. Ah, fuck. If Joseph had harmed her, accidentally or not, there would be some serious hell to pay. Rhye liked the witch with an intensity that surprised everyone, even himself. Once the reckless bad boy, Rhye was wrapped around Livia’s slender finger and didn’t care who knew it. He'd kill Joseph with his bare hands if anything happened to his mate. Brother or not. Rhye growled. Something inside him snapped at the thought. How could he think of such an awful act? Joseph was his brother, his only remaining family. Damn it! There was something about that woman that made them all crazy about her. Something no one could even comprehend. Rhye hissed a curse. "What did you do, Joseph?" Joseph gave a miserable shake of his head and gestured vaguely toward the back wing of the sprawling mansion. Rhye was about to take off in that direction when urgent footsteps sounded on the long corridor that led from the general area of the estate’s indoor pool. The soft sm
Rhye smirked. A few months ago, Joseph and his sidekick were ready to tear out each other’s throats. They’d been tossed together by Leon as unwilling partners when she-wolf agent Jasmine showed up at the compound with information about a dangerous magical drug and to solicit help from the hunters in getting the shit off the streets. Now, Joseph, Leon, and Jasmine were almost inseparable in the field; they had been ever since Jessa, Jasmine's older sister, left her and came on board officially as a member of the hunters."Alpha Rhye, what do you think happened to Joseph?" Jasmine's eyes held a trace of confusion as she looked up from the mess in front of her. "If you thought it was a witch, then we should be careful. If this happened to Joseph, then it could happen to anyone.""How can we heal him?""I'll talk to someone, someone who knows about such magic." Rhye groaned. He just hoped Livia could help him heal Joseph. Rhye exhaled a wry breath as he steered Joseph into the hallway. He
Shock at what she’d done had barely begun to flicker through her mind when she felt something heavy and oppressive build within her. A sudden, sharp pain in her chest had her crying out as something foreign inside her pulled tight, stretching like a rubber band. Oh, god, it hurts. It felt like every atom of her being was being simultaneously crushed and pulled to its breaking point. The foreign sensation grew stronger and heavier until it felt like she was being ripped apart. The agony was unreal. She tried to scream her pain, but her chest was caving in, and she couldn’t breathe. It was gathering her power. She could feel it, like a thorned vine, latching onto the tendrils; she could feel it squeezing them, choking them. With a violent, agonising wrench, it yanked her power back into her, the cold, burning pain of it tearing a ragged shriek from her throat. Like a hand swatting a fly, the whiplash of it folded her body in half and sent her hurtling toward the floor. Strong arms
Thighs clenching at the feel of it, so erotically foreign, yet so right, she writhed between kisses and moaned. In response, Rhye coils his tail around her leg, guiding her to widen her stance. He slipped a thigh between her legs at the same moment he cupped her breasts, as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Moaning in delight... "Oh, God..." Livia growled.The multitude of sensations had her crying out into Rhye’s mouth. Pressing her breasts into his hands, she ground down against his thigh, needing the pressure where she was so wet and swollen for him.Like an extra set of arms, she felt him wrap his majestic tail around her, enclosing her in a cocoon of warmth, safety, and need. Even with her eyes closed, she knew he didn’t surround her completely. She didn’t have to wonder why. The knowledge that he’d left a gap so she could breathe and her inner demon could watch unimpeded had a new rush of wetness slicking her core. It was like she had been transported to a different dimensio
That was enough to snap her out of the trance.Unsure if she was more freaked out about being hypnotized by a fucking tail, or charmed that it seemed to like her, she pet it in return, carefully stroking a fingertip lightly over the spade tip.If it were possible, her eyes would have widened even more at the shiver working through Rhye.Did he like that?Oh, how she wanted to play and find out.Soon, it retreated, and Livia marvelled at all three men as she really, truly realised that they weren’t humans. They were predators and, unlike humans, had the features necessary to both lure in prey and kill it. Joseph’s eyes, Rhye’s tail—they were all mesmerising."Like cuttlefish," she muttered under her breath.Rhye zeroed in on her and cocked his head. "What’s that?""Oh, nothing." Peering up at Rhye, she prompted, "You wanted to ask something earlier?"The alpha gave her a look that said he knew she was intentionally redirecting the conversation but that he was going with it. "How did it
The words escaped without thought, but she didn’t have the mental capacity to regret them, even when the room was suddenly full of low, masculine laughter."Does that mean you think I’m pretty, too?" Leon rumbled, his eyes, now a vivid purple, sparkling—literally sparkling—as though they were dotted with a thousand tiny stars.His voice had already been deep, but now it was even more so. The gravelly, bass sound vibrated through her like distant thunder but was also creepy at the same time, but Livia didn't show how scared she was of the two-headed wolf. There was something about Leon's wolf that made her shiver with fear. He was something else. There was darkness in him, and she could see it. Livia paused, seeing a vision of Leon killing Joseph in the subway, while Rhye was unconscious on his side. Livia gasped; anger settled over her, and rage throbbed in her like a heartbeat. Leon creeped into Joseph... He would kill him. Livia could feel it... She didn't have a choice but to use h
Livia frowned. She picked up on that apparently being a bad thing easily enough, but why he thought she would care was beyond her. When she voiced as much, he just blinked at her like she’d stunned him speechless; at first, she was sure.Peering between the two of them, she took in the tense set of their shoulders and the tightness in their expressions that lingered, despite her assurance that she didn’t care about their lack of purity.Deciding to fix the problem she’d inadvertently caused, Livia smiled softly at them. "I don’t care if you’re pure or as mixed as milk and coffee, but I’ve obviously stepped on a sore point, so I rescind my invitation." Hoping to lighten the mood, she ended with a haughty sniff and an imperious wave of her hand.Joseph’s eyes narrowed to suspicious slits. "Well! Now that you don’t want to see, I want to show you. What is this witchery?"Leon made a low sound and nodded, mimicking Joseph’s suspicious expression, though his grey eyes were dancing with amu
Speechless, Livia gaped at the beautiful monster before her. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she took a step closer, wanting, needing to see him, to touch him. She managed a single step before Rhye cursed, eyes wide and dark brows furrowed, as he stared down at himself."How the fuck did you do that?" he demanded, pinning her with a stunned look.God, but his eyes were unreal. Vibrant, ocean deep blue with a sunburst of bright green around the pupils. They were the eyes of a predator. Eyes of a pureblood alpha. She wanted to get lost in them, wanted to stare into them until she’d mapped every facet."I have no idea," she admitted with a slow shake of her head. At the disbelieving expression he gave her, she tried to think past the shock of seeing him and explained, "The heat of your power was starting to get painful, and then, all of a sudden, it felt like mine got pissed off and threw yours back at you.""You shouldn’t be capable of that," Rhye muttered, but it was said almost absently
The memory of the creepy, child-looking demon and the sensation of it sucking the power out of her, remembering how weak she’d felt afterward, sent a shiver down her spine and hardened her resolve. All her martial arts and self-defense training had been useless against the thrall it had used on her. She’d spent too long and worked too hard to not be a victim to give up on this now. Rhye smirked at her for the second time that day, setting a new record. His eyes shone with approval at the resolve in hers. “I can force your power out of you. If you’ll allow me to try,” he tacked on at the end. Livia appreciated the effort he was making to be more polite, now he knew she wasn’t a spy sent to surveil them. She just wasn’t sure how to react to this new Rhye. He’d gone from cold and dangerous to interested and almost nice. Almost. It was a jarring change. Seductive, dangerously enticing, and intriguing as hell, but still jarring. Livia glanced at them, gauging their reactions to his of
Cocking her head, Livia frowned at him. "I don’t understand." Her eyes went wide as it hit her. "Oh my god, I get it. So, if they make vampires popular in movies and books, demons will become stronger because more humans are glorifying them. Same for witches and werewolves and everything else, yes?""Exactly.""Holy shit. I wonder how much I affected them in my Twilight phase as a kid."Joseph growled, "Those fucking movies! The "vampire" and "werewolf" demons were out of control. The "underworld demons" were pissed. They’d been top dogs for most of what"—he glanced at Leon—"like the last thousand years?""Mm, thereabouts, yes.""Wait. Did I hear you say ‘top dogs’?" she asked, ignoring the twilight thing in favor of something more important."Yes, but now anymore," Leon nodded.“Spiteful little fuckers, really. And always hungry!” Joseph pointed to a few thin white scars crisscrossing the back of his hand, scars she’d somehow never noticed before. “They like people meat, and they are
"As Joseph said, it’s not exclusively a torture chamber, and it’s not used as such all that often. Only when we’re left with no other recourse," Rhye soothed with a small smile.Her gentle giant, the man who touched her with such tenderness and care, was talking about torturing people with about the same amount of contrition as confessing he didn’t always take the time to recycle.That wasn’t actually what shocked her, though. She knew they were on the dark grey side of the morality scale.When she continued to frown at him, he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, looking suddenly unsure. "Does that bother you, Livia? Would it help to know we don’t hurt the innocent?"Rhye was very still at her back, she noticed. He hadn’t pulled away from her physically, but she could sense him closing off, could almost feel him pulling the cold, unfeeling mask back into place.Joseph, who’d strolled farther into the room, snorted. "Of course she knows that!" He stopped walking when she didn’t immedia