Nik chuckled. “Maybe not the whole world.” He leaned in a few inches. “Maybe we can just start with the humans in Seattle and go from there.”

“Deal,” I said, grinning as I offered him my fist. “So when do we start?” I was so tired of doing nothing that I was ready to start yesterday.

He smirked and curled his fingers back around the At marble, raising his fist to bump knuckles. “How about now?”

The end

Thanks for reading! You’ve reached the end of Outcast (Kat Dubois Chronicles, #2). Kat’s story continues in Underground (Kat Dubois Chronicles, #3). Keep reading for an excerpt.

Also By Lindsey Sparks

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Echo in Time

Resonance

Time Anomaly

Dissonance

Ricochet Through Time

KAT DUBOIS CHRONICLES

Ink Witch

Outcast

Underground

Soul Eater

Judgement

Afterlife

ATLANTIS LEGACY

Sacrifice of the Sinners

Legacy of the Lost

Fate of the Fallen

Dreams of the Damned

Song of the Soulless

Blood of the Broken

Rise of the Revenants

ALLWORLD ONLINE

AO: Pride & Prejudice

AO: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Vertigo

THE ENDING SERIES

The Ending Beginnings: Omnibus Edition

After The Ending

Into The Fire

Out Of The Ashes

Before The Dawn

World Before

THE ENDING LEGACY

World After

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Excerpt from Underground

Kat Dubois Chronicles, Book Three

“No,” Heru said. “Absolutely not.” His leather wingback chair was silhouetted by the view of the woods, the choppy Puget Sound, and the overcast sky through the window behind him. “We don’t know nearly enough about the side effects of the transformation.” He leaned back, away from his desk, and rested his hands on the chair’s armrests, making it appear more a throne than a desk chair. He was a king, through and through. “Until we’ve had more time to study Garth and Constance, until we know exactly what the implantation of a ba has done to them beyond curing them, the procedure is on hold indefinitely.”

This couldn’t be happening. I took a step closer to the desk, hand outstretched. “But what about—”

Heru shed the blasé air and stood, the leather of his chair creaking and the chair’s legs screeching as they moved across the hardwood floor. “Listen very carefully, Kat,” he said, placing his palms on the desk, one on either side of his laptop, and leaning forward. His golden irises flashed with irritation. Even from a dozen paces away, he seemed to tower over me. “I forbid you from transforming even a single human into a Nejeret. Am I making myself clear?”

I lowered my outstretched hand, balling it into a tight fist. My fingers itched for the hilt of my sword, Mercy. The pain of my nails digging into my palm provided a small but much-needed distraction, activating the lizard part of my brain enough that I didn’t attack Heru with words. Or worse.