My life is full of secrets—and they’re about to destroy everything.
Sabaan is my calm.
Lucien is my future.
But Nikolas is the temptation I can’t seem to walk away from.
Jealousy is poisoning everything and the secrets between us are cutting deeper by the day. Some secrets aren’t my own to share, but keeping them is costly. Just when I think things can’t get any worse, the Coven is hit with a series of brutal attacks.
And all the evidence points to me.
I’m innocent, but convincing everyone else is another matter. Especially when the Council steps in with an ultimatum. To survive, I’ll need every ally and the strength to face who’s trying to destroy me. All I want is for things to go back to normal, but first I have to expose the truth… About the murders, my relationships, and about myself.
Because if I don’t?
The Coven won’t be the only thing I lose.
Read a sample…
Donald Evans: Deceased.
Cause of death? Suicide.
I backspaced and erased ‘suicide’, then sat staring at the blinking cursor on the computer screen. It didn’t feel right to see that word there, but without any evidence of foul play it was the only explanation we’d come up with. Donald’s nude body was found in front of his living room window, the drapes thrown open wide. His body had been burned nearly beyond recognition, except that the friend who had discovered him recognized a tattoo that was still intact.
No suicide note had been found.
Donald and I had spoken on many, many occasions, and he was always happy. He didn’t have that haunted look so many vampires had. He was generally happy just to be alive—and he loved his life as a vampire.
My gut told me there wasn’t a note for a reason: Donald shouldn’t be dead.
I picked up the file Silver had left and opened it up. A stack of photos from the scene were paper-clipped to the top inside corner of the folder and I pulled them free. In one photo after another, the only thing consistently out of place was Donald’s body.
A half hour later, I was still staring at the file when the double doors of the study were thrown open. Sabaan stood between them, a hand on both. I could see him over the top of the file, but didn’t give him the full attention he was craving. After a few moments he sighed and quietly closed the doors behind him.
“Good evening, Sabaan.”
“Come on, at least look at me!” I glanced up and he rolled his eyes. It hid the bright yellow part of his eyes and made them completely black, which could be so totally creepy at times. “Well, that’s something, I guess.”
I laughed and put down the file. “You’re so easy to tease.”
“So I keep hearing.”
“How are you tonight?” I watched him sashay toward me, going around tables and couches as if he’d memorized the number of steps between each. His long black hair was loose instead of braided down the back and he’d shucked his custom-tailored clothes for a simple red silk robe. The robes he wore hid his lean, tight figure—and his long, sexy tail. On anyone else, they’d have been unflattering. Sabaan could make a burlap bag look sexy. As he stepped around the desk, I noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes. “You look tired.”
“I miss him terribly.” He crawled into my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. “It feels like he’s been gone forever.”
“It’s only been a week.”
He whined and buried his face against my neck. “I want him home.”
“Me too, Sabaan.” I held him close but shifted a little so that the small horns on the top of his head weren’t poking my neck. “He’ll be back tomorrow night.”