Chapter no 19
19 Bryce shouldered the canvas bag, surveying the Viper Queen. “Nice outfit.” The serpentine shifter smiled, revealing bright white teeth—and canines that were slightly too elongated. And slightly too thin. “Nice bodyguard.” Bryce shrugged as those snake’s eyes dragged over every inch of Hunt. “Nothing going on upstairs, but everything happening where it counts.” Hunt […]
Chapter no 18
18 Hunt stormed toward Bryce, stepping over the cobblestones fragmented from his landing. He’d detected her lilac-and-nutmeg scent on the wind the moment she’d stepped outside the back door of her building, and when he’d discovered where, precisely, she was driving on that scooter … Bryce had the nerve to push back the sleeve of […]
Chapter no 17
17 Bryce had just succeeded in nudging Hunt into oncoming traffic when he asked, “Do I get an explanation for why I’ve had to trail you like a dog all night?” Bryce shoved her hand into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a piece of paper. Then silently handed it to Hunt. His […]
Chapter no 16
16 The mirthroot Ruhn had smoked ten minutes ago with Flynn might have been more potent than his friend had let on. Lying on his bed, specially shaped Fae headphones over his arched ears, Ruhn closed his eyes and let the thumping bass and sizzling, soaring synthesizer of the music send him drifting. His booted […]
Chapter no 15
15 Syrinx pawed at the window, his scrunched-up face smooshed against the glass. He’d been hissing incessantly for the past ten minutes, and Bryce, more than ready to settle into the plush cushions of the L-shaped couch and watch her favorite Tuesday night reality show, finally twisted to see what all the fuss was about. […]
Chapter no 14
14 Ruhn Danaan stood before the towering oak doors to his father’s study and took a bracing, cooling breath. It had nothing to do with the thirty-block run he’d made from his unofficial office above a dive bar in the Old Square over to his father’s sprawling marble villa in the heart of FiRo. Ruhn […]
Chapter no 13
13 Atop the roof of the gallery a moment later, Isaiah silent at his side, Hunt watched the late morning sunlight gild Micah’s pristine white wings and set the strands of gold in his hair to near-glowing as the Archangel inspected the walled city sprawled around them. Hunt instead surveyed the flat roof, broken up […]
Chapter no 12
12 Bryce had gone still as death—so unmoving that Hunt wondered if she knew it was a solid tell. Not about her own nerves, but about her heritage. Only the Fae could go that still. Her boss, the young-faced sorceress, sighed. “Is your 33rd so incompetent these days that you truly need my assistant’s help?” […]
Chapter no 11
11 The Archangel rang the buzzer precisely seven minutes later. Calming her panting, Bryce scanned the gallery for the tenth time, confirming that all was in place, the art dust-free, any contraband stored below— Her legs felt spindly, the old ache in her thigh clawing at the bone, but her hands remained steady as she […]
Chapter no 10
10 It was barely ten in the morning, and Tuesday was already fucked. Keeping a smile pasted on her face, Bryce lingered by her ironwood desk in the showroom of the gallery while a Fae couple browsed. The elegant plucking of violins trickled through the hidden speakers in the two-level, wood-paneled space, the opening movement […]