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Chapters (44)
  1. Praise for Sherrilyn Kenyon:
  2. About the Author
  3. Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark-Hunter World Series: (in reading order)
  4. COPYRIGHT
  5. Born of Fury
  6. Dedication
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. CHAPTER 1
  9. CHAPTER 2
  10. CHAPTER 3
  11. CHAPTER 4
  12. CHAPTER 5
  13. CHAPTER 6
  14. CHAPTER 7
  15. CHAPTER 8
  16. CHAPTER 9
  17. CHAPTER 10
  18. CHAPTER 11
  19. CHAPTER 12
  20. CHAPTER 13
  21. CHAPTER 14
  22. CHAPTER 15
  23. CHAPTER 16
  24. CHAPTER 17
  25. CHAPTER 18
  26. CHAPTER 19
  27. CHAPTER 20
  28. CHAPTER 21
  29. CHAPTER 22
  30. CHAPTER 23
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. CHAPTER 31
  39. CHAPTER 32
  40. CHAPTER 33
  41. CHAPTER 34
  42. CHAPTER 35
  43. CHAPTER 36
  44. EPILOGUE

“The signal returned to service three weeks ago.”

Three weeks? That was right around the time Kyr had assigned her this mission. Could the two incidents be related or was it just a strange coincidence?

What were the odds?

“Can you tell when it was implanted?”

“Not a miracle computer, sorry. Perhaps you can persuade Hauk into upgrading my abilities?”

She ignored El’s sarcasm. “Where was it originally activated from three weeks ago?”

“That requires a manual search, as it is locked from general access.”

Crap. She had no idea how to do that. But if the chip came from Keris, there was only one person who could have had it.

Dariana.

Yeah, I have you now, bitch. And with this, she was going to bury her once and for all.

CHAPTER 27

“Fain?” Sumi asked as soon as she’d convinced Eleron to show her to the gaming room.

Dancer’s computer had a bit of an attitude about her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think it was jealous.

Fain looked up from the game he was playing against Caillen and Darling. There was another man with them she hadn’t met. Tall and blond, he held an ethereal essence to him. Even seated and dressed in dark green, he had an aura about him that said he was every bit as lethal, if not more so, than the rest of the males in the room.

“I’m Nero,” he said as if he heard her thoughts.

“Hi. Sumi.”

In those few seconds, Fain had gone back to playing. Grimacing, he twisted the small tablet in his hand to control his character.

“Fain,” Nero said in a tone a parent usually reserved for dealing with their errant children. “She really needs your attention.”

He sat back, but kept playing. “What’s up?”

“I have information about the tracker that was embedded in Dancer.”

The game forgotten, all four pairs of male eyes turned to her then. Something punctuated by the quick deaths of their onscreen avatars.

She’d underestimated how scary it would be to have all their undivided attention on her. She swallowed nervously. “It was originally Keris’s service chip.”

Scowling, Fain shook his head. “It’s not possible. I was there when he was cremated. It should have been destroyed with his body.”

“Was it removed during autopsy?” Darling asked.

“I doubt it. They didn’t do much of one. Some blood and tissue samples. Nothing really on the body itself.”

Caillen took a drink of his ale. “You sure?”