Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Table of Contents
- Also by Richelle Mead
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Succubus Heat
- 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
- Other’s Books by Richelle Mead’s
“That’s all you’ve got?”
“Their Angel’s working on a need-to-know basis now,” I said bitterly. “I’ll let you know more when I learn more. I just figured Cedric should know.”
She sighed. “You’re right. Thanks. Man, this is going to piss him off. He’ll have no appetite at all.”
I made the drive in the two hours I’d quoted Blake and miraculously didn’t get pulled over. I hadn’t heard from him the entire time, so I dialed him once I was over the border and buying coffee. I’d found a Starbucks and took a secret thrill in defying the Tim Hortons domination. Except . . . once I had the coffee in hand, I decided a donut would be really good with it, so I walked over and got one from the Tim’s across the street.
Blake didn’t answer, so I tried Evan next and also got no answer. Frustrated, I drove over to Evan’s house and knocked on the door for a while. I was nearly on the verge of climbing in through a back window when my phone rang again—and ironically, it was Evan himself.
“Georgina!” he exclaimed, sounding ecstatic. “Where are you? We need you here.”
“Where are you?” I demanded.
“On the observation deck,” he said.
“Observation deck of what?”
“The Space Needle. You live close by, don’t you?”
I nearly dropped the phone. “You’re in Seattle?”
“Yeah!” I could perfectly picture that eager, zealous look of his. “Cool, huh? The Angel wanted us to expand our message. So, we’re all up here with these banners that we’re going to unfurl at the same time, and then we’ve got a few more surprises to—”
“Evan,” I begged, sprinting toward my car. “Don’t do it. You’re stirring up more trouble than you realize.”
“That’s the point!” he chuckled. “How long until you can be here?”
Once I told him I wasn’t in the city, he lost interest, and my pleas became meaningless. As soon as we disconnected, I dialed Cedric, expecting to get Kristin. Instead, I got his voice mail. Somehow, that made me angry.
“Cedric, this is Georgina. The Army isn’t doing their thing here—they’re down in Seattle right now. I hope you finally believe I didn’t have anything to do with their stupid plans now! When Jerome finds out, it’s going to be my ass on the line, and knowing my luck, he’ll think you and I are working together.”