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arkets was a sensory assault. Kenneth moved through the crowd with the grace of a predator who owned the shadows, while Evang

a voice drawled from the doorway of

e skin looked like it had been carved from obsidian and po

not just an asset. She's the reason your shipments are actually going to

lk clung to her frame. "She looks like she belongs on a ballroom floor, not haulin

've spent the last twenty-four hours being humiliated by a narcissist and almost dying in a ditch. Trust me, sugar, th

, vibrating sound. "She's

epped behind her, his hand resting briefly on the small of her back. The touch sent a jolt of static thr

e in the belly of the market. She turned to Morphe

men hovering nearby. "These guys are the protection. They take their orders

snapped. "Tell your meatheads to back o

over her. "Listen here, little bride. We don't take orders from strays. You're just

ove her, his hand heavy a

wrist mid-air, the violet light igniting in h

ing into a dangerous, harmonic vibration,

s chest. He flew backward, crashing through a stack of wooden crates with a sickening spli

froze, their bravado e

let eyes still flickering. "Anyone else

tory grin spreading across his face. "Okay. Me

art racing with an adrenaline high

te the blind spots of the territorial sensors, and how to command respect through pure, unadulterated intimidation. By the time the final crate of

ng strong and amber-colored in her hand. Kenneth materialized out of the dark, sliding i

n against her ear. He leaned in, his scent of frost and ozone enve

s eyes held a flicker of hunger that made her pulse jump. "D

his fingers lingering on her jawline. "Because you seem to

e, I suppose," she retorted, her

"Boss! We've got a situation. A scouting party from the Southern pack-Lucius

liquid pooled on the floor, but she didn't notice. T

r eyes surging, casting long, haunting shadows

ruly predatory. "It seems your ex-fiancé has a death wish. Don't w

rning white. The game had just changed from surviving to a war for