By Kelly Meding
Evangeline Stone, a rogue bounty hunter, by no means requested for a global divided among darkness and lightweight . . .
. . . or the facility to die and dwell back in somebody else’s borrowed physique. After a homicide plot intended to take her out leaves a whole race of shapeshifters approximately extinct, Evy is gnawed by means of guilt. So whilst one of many few survivors of the slaughter enlists her reduction, she feels duty-bound to help—even although conserving a frail, pregnant shifter is the very last thing Evy wishes, specially with the realm going to hell round her.
Amid weres, Halfies, gremlins, vamps—and more and more outgunned humans—a struggle for supremacy is brewing. With shifters hard justice, her superiors eager to keep watch over her, and an murderer on her path, Evy discovers a scary conspiracy. and he or she could be the in simple terms individual on this planet who can cease it—unless, after all, her personal aspect will get her first.
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The Halfie’s skin was already paler than white, nearly translucent. I crouched and patted the pockets of his jeans—nothing. No pockets in his Tshirt, nothing to identify him or where he’d come from. 45,” Wyatt said, more to himself than to me. “Big gun,” I agreed. Whoever sent him should have been smart enough give him a model easier to handle, especially for a novice. Jock Guy had missed us both—sort of, but my wound was more an accident—and died without much of a fight. Wasted foot soldier, if you asked me.
I’d killed a Halfie. So fucking what? ” Therein lay the problem. Too much was at stake to let myself lose control again. My emotional messes had to wait. I avoided looking at Wyatt. Didn’t want to see any pity or understanding in his eyes. Didn’t need that side of him then. No, I needed my Handler —the guy who’d tell me to shape up or just go kill myself and save the Dregs the trouble of doing it. “We should check the body before it desiccates,” I said. Wyatt stood up and backed away, careful to avoid the mass of oozing blood filling the cracks and lines of the truck bed.
Images of Jesse and Ash flashed in my mind, waiting for me, and were quickly chased away by blackness. Chapter Five Four Years Ago This can’t possibly be the right address. But it’s too late to question the cabbie. He’s already sped off down the street, disappearing into traffic. He knows better than to hang around this part of Mercy’s Lot after dark. Cottage Place sounds so innocent and peaceful. Ha. I’m surrounded by struggling shops in old storefronts, each protected by rows of steel bars and less-than-impressive security systems.