Chapters (47)
- Also by Rebecca Zanetti
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Teaser Chapter
- About the Author
“You saved them. I saw it on the news.” Her voice turned coy. “I really am sorry. Maybe we could get together and you could show me your displeasure.”
His stomach rolled over. No matter how long he lived, he’d never forget this betrayal. There were so few people he trusted. “I’d rather be shot in the eyeball.”
“Whatever. That human will never make you happy.” Now she just sounded whiny.
“We’re done, Jacki. No more business.” He’d make his own explosives before he bought from the Ladonis ever again. “I’m also sending out the word that you’re working with the Kurjans. By the time I’m done with you, they’ll be your only client.” She should have known him well enough not to want him for an enemy.
Her hiss sounded very catlike. “Oh, I think you’re going to have more important things to worry about. You should’ve said yes to me when I asked so nicely the other day. We could’ve been something together.” She disconnected the call.
He stood there for a moment, mourning the loss of a long friendship. Maybe they’d never really been friends. Good riddance. His stomach growled again, so he left the office to find the kitchen. Last time he’d been there, fresh muffins had been available all through the day.
The voices he’d heard earlier rose again, and he turned down the other hallway, headed to the conference room. He made out Benny’s voice and walked faster, turning into the third room, which was the biggest, if he remembered right. The king of the Realm, Dage Kayrs, and the king of the demon nation, Zane Kyllwood, sat on one side of the table. Benny and Ronan sat on the other. A live feed appeared on a screen covering an entire wall, and Jordan Pride, the king of the shifter nations, was center stage.
He didn’t want to deal with three kings.
Benny looked over his shoulder, and his eyes sizzled with what looked suspiciously like panic.
Adare stepped inside, the concrete floor chilly on his feet. “What’s going on?”
Jordan Pride looked at him through the screen. “Another member of this mysterious Seven. Is it or is it not true that you twisted the laws of physics, thereby threatening this world? That you screwed up teleportation and maybe other elements of our natural laws that we haven’t even figured out?”
Adare went expressionless. Oh, God. Their secret was out? Or at least a good portion of it.