by K. F. Breene
“A few vampires bonded some of Tamara’s mages shortly after this started. They realized, correctly, that something was happening in the magic world, but instead of waiting and seeing which avenue to take, they bonded those they thought were involved—without getting approval from the elders, of course. I believe they hoped the mages and their army would gain power over the magical world. At that time, they would come out on top. The ambition was there; the intelligence was not.”
“How’d you know all that if they didn’t declare their bonds?”
“Feeding every few weeks speaks of youth. I inquired who went to the Brink to feed and when. Those with serious ambition tend to stay near the lair, trying to learn what they can and use that information. It was easy to figure out.”
“So you had Moss bond someone?”
“No, Moss has no bonds. I had him wait at your residence for the vampires who were bonded with John and his allies. Hiding behind his own frustrations—he is not your biggest fan—Moss was able to easily lead the altercation.”
“Why didn’t you wait instead of him?”
“I had to get ready for the dinner tonight.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at the briefcase. “That’s everything?”
He walked to the door before checking his watch. “Yes. That is your debt settled. There is also a false identity, should you want it. Can I take you to my residence? This house is not fit to stay in.”
“I’m fine. Thanks. You can send food, though. And whiskey. Not to mention a clean up crew.”
He turned to go, but stopped and put his hand on the doorframe, facing the street. “It has been a pleasure, Reagan. One I wasn’t expecting. I will see you soon.”
“Yep. And hey, if you wanted to make up for disgracing me in the Magical Law Enforcement office again, you could run really fast in front of that beady-eyed guy out there. He’s convinced you guys are vampires. It’ll be fun to give him a little thrill.”
Darius turned back, his beautiful eyes holding mine. “You have a strange sense of humor.”
“Yeah. I know.”
He barely nodded, and then he was gone, a blur of movement. I ran to the door, and a moment later the black Lincoln was leaving the curb and Smokey was pumping his fist in the air in triumph. His gaze hit mine.
I shrank away into the darkness and smiled like a lunatic. It was the little things.
An hour later, a huge feast was delivered to my house, including two bottles of extremely expensive whiskey. Darius had come through. I didn’t have to kill him.
With a small smile, I sat to eat, thinking on that false identity Darius had created for me that would allow me to work in the Brink. I could take a stable job at the MLE office without fear of people knowing my true identity. Finally, I could show up Garret once and for all.
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Also by K.F. Breene
Fire and Ice Trilogy
Born in Fire
Raised in Fire (coming soon)
Made in Ice (coming soon)
Finding Paradise
Fate of Perfection
Fate of Devotion
Warrior Chronicles
Chosen
Hunted
Shadow Lands
Invasion
Siege
Overtaken
Darkness Series
Into the Darkness
Braving the Elements
On a Razor’s Edge
Demons
The Council
Shadow Watcher
Jonas
Charles
Jameson
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About the Author
K.F. Breene is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING author of the Darkness Series and Warrior Chronicles. She lives in wine country where over every rolling hill, or behind every cow, an evil sorcerer might be plotting his next villainous deed while holding a bottle of wine and brick of cheese. Her husband thinks she’s cracked for wandering around, muttering about magic and swords. Her kids are on board with her fantastical imagination, except when the description of the monsters becomes too real.
She’ll wait until they’re older to tell them that monsters are real, and so is the magic to fight them. She wants them to sleep through the night, after all…
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