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After years of searching, Ronan has found her. His mate, the woman he has dreamed of for decades. He has been sent to recruit her and her sister Stephanie to join the powerful organization he works for.
If he can’t recruit them…he has orders to kill them. A trap has been set—intended to kill them all. Fighting their way to freedom, Ronan and the sisters flee, determined to defeat the evil that stalks them. Sparks fly between the intended soul mates.
But a misunderstanding causes Jenai to run away…straight into a deadly evil that may very well cost her soul. Only Ronan can find her, but their bond is still too new. He must risk his life, his sanity, and his very soul to save the woman he was born to love.
This book contains scenes of rape and violence.
Jenai slid from the bed just after dawn, rubbing her eyes, feeling too tired and sluggish. Probably came from feeding Steph. She was more used to taking blood on the spur of the moment, not opening a vein to give it.
Hunger was an ache in her belly. She needed to hunt, to feed, but she couldn’t leave Steph alone. Stretching her arms over her head, she arched her back and yawned, trying to wake up. There was a soft, sighing breath and in that instant, she realized—she wasn’t alone.
Feeling his eyes on her, she turned slowly and saw Ronan. Holy hell. After five years of dreaming about him, actually seeing him, having him close enough for her to smell the scent of his skin, hear his heartbeat, was damn near intoxicating.
Licking her lips, she watched his eyes move up from her ankles, slide over her legs, her hips, up her torso, lingering on her breasts for a long second. Her nipples tightened and puckered under that look and then his eyes continued up, studying her mouth for a long second, and then he met her eyes. She swallowed as the air in the room suddenly seemed too heavy, too hot, full of ripe need and rising lust.
“You look like an angel while you sleep.” Her cheeks flushed and something inside her heart shifted—an odd, soft feeling—at his words.
The thought of him watching her sleep did something to her too, but she couldn’t quite define it. Something hot and sweet, like cotton candy in the summer.
At that fanciful thought, she scowled, unaware of the blush that stained her cheeks. Lowering her lashes, she said softly, “I’m no angel.” Ronan smiled, moving toward her, his eyes gleaming brightly in the dim light of the hotel room.
“Hmmm. Maybe not. An angel probably wouldn’t make me feel the way you do, the way you’ve always made me feel. Wouldn’t make me want what you make me want.” The last words were breathed against her mouth as he reached out, closing his hands around her arms and drawing her closer.
She was close enough to feel the heat of his body, like a whispered promise, but they weren’t actually touching—not yet. Just his hands on her arms, and then his mouth on hers as his lips came down and closed over hers, his tongue pushed inside. Oh, hell.