Category Archives: Chapter 40

“What do you mean?”  Neve asked, brows knitting, hooding bright blue eyes.  “How do you—did you—?” “See something?”  Marin gave her a weak, wry smile.  “Both Thom and I have and I suspect that your cousin knows exactly what we’ve … Continue reading →

“I need your help,” Neve said as she stared into the mirror, more at the reflection of Marin in it than her own.  It was easier to look at the other woman’s reflection—Marin didn’t look like death warmed over twice. … Continue reading →

“You asked us to help you that day when your brother and your cousin and all of them were in danger,” Gray reminded her, his breath warm against her hair.  “And we rose to the challenge.  We’re a part of … Continue reading →

“Now,” Kira said as she gently brushed hair back from his face, “tell me about these dreams. What do you see?” Teague’s lips thinned and he glanced away again, exhaling in a heavy sigh.  “I am not the seer,” he … Continue reading →

“Are you all right?” Teague twisted slightly toward the sound of Kira’s voice and smiled a faint, vague smile as she pressed a mug of something steaming into his hands.  “Well enough,” he murmured before turning his eyes back to … Continue reading →