Chapters (39)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Teaser chapter
The man’s heart-stopping glower swung from her to the dog and he took a step toward her pet.
Sarafina jumped into his path, blocking his way to Grosset, and put a hand to the man’s chest. It was like touching a boulder—just as hard and just as cold. “Get away from him!”
He simply reached out, grasped her by the shoulders, and moved her to the side. Then he scooped the dog into his hands. Grosset—to Sarafina’s surprise—didn’t bite him. Of course, Grosset didn’t have the best taste in men. He’d proved that by allowing Stefan Faucheux to coddle him.
The man didn’t say anything, he only took her by the upper arm and gave her a look that said: you can’t get away from me.
Yeah, okay, she understood.
He pulled her through the stalks toward the house.
“Theo,” a man called when they emerged from the field and into the house’s front yard. A blond man with short spikey hair and a crooked nose jogged toward them. “We’re taking all the warlocks we round up to Gribben.”
Theo—the hulk—shook her a little. Anger made her jaw lock and her body stiffen. “This one was having a close tête à-tête with Stefan. She needs to be interrogated.”
Oh, great, interrogation. Fun.
The blond man looked her up and down and frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Marvy.”
“We’re not the monsters here.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” She spat the words.
The blond man turned his gaze back to Theo, ignoring her pointedly, and jerked his head toward her. “She’s a charmer.”
“Yeah. Any sign of the air witch?”
Crooked nose man shook his head. “No luck. They’ve got her hidden away good. Not even Mira or Claire can hear a peep.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. You can take this one back in the van. I’ll see you at the Coven.” He turned and strode back to the house, where a pretty woman with long, curly dark hair waited for him on the porch.
Theo yanked her forward and she jerked away from him and snapped, “Stop touching me. Touch me again in this lifetime, and I swear to God I’ll sear the flesh from your bones.” Not that she knew how to sear the flesh from someone’s bones, but, wow, it sounded impressive.
“Don’t run.”
“I won’t run, genius.” She looked pointedly at Grosset. “You’re holding my dog hostage.”
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FOUR
STILL COVERED IN DIRT THE WAY A WARLOCK SHOULD be, the woman flounced down onto a cream-colored chair in one of the Coven’s common areas, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared at him.
Her dog jumped into her lap and settled down, looking up at him with beady black eyes, unaware that Theo was inches away from strangling his human.