ieve from sinking into the welcoming darkness. It was a stark reminder th

cold and smooth as polished stone. "The scavengers

e original Genevieve's memories. They flooded her, not

fleeting, calculating gleam in his red-rimmed eyes-a subtle manipulation that the original Genevieve had been too blinded by lust to notice. "Link with me, or you'll have nowhere else to go," she'd sneered. Case's eyes, quickly masking that sharp cunning with a look of p

a thorny whip. The crack of it slicing through the air was followed by the sickening sound of it connecting with his silver-scaled tail. Scales, like chips of pearl, flew into the air. B

f muscle and rage, and shoved her. "Enough!" he'd bellowed. She had stumbled backward, her footing lost on the loose scree

spike of agony lanced through Genevieve's a

ing his massive arms over his chest. "Serves you

angel of death, the hawk-man Jameel watched

his eyes, but then he glanced at Angelo, who was still sh

e felt for the woman whose body she now inhabited. This was

ed no purchase. Her arm slipped, and her chin cracked hard against a

ver, never lef

dentified from the memories. The

ge

ankle, just visible

r focus. His brow furrowed, and he took a half-s

e. Genevieve knew

the apocalypse, and focused it inward. She searched for the Biological Link, the chaotic,

he found the one connected to the trembling

g at his temple. He took a wary step b

he pain was a firework, a brief, brill

t, a desperate,

bout to attack, his hand instinctivel

wasn't a

rt and her own drying blood,

body going rigid. The scales on his skin seemed to stand on end. He tried to yank his foot b

ug into his

lifted her head. Her matted hair clung to her pale face. Her eye

her inch, her voice a raw, brok

e...

or of the Biological Link, echoed not in

fell utte