entirely coincidental and beyond
the intent of the author or the publisher.
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Dedication
To Lexi:
May you find your own path in life. I love you. To Danae:
You inspired me, and pushed me on. Thank you. To Mom:
You make me want to be a better person. Thank you so much for everything you do. Chapter My fangs are good for two things: ripping flesh, and injecting neurotoxin to paralyze my prey. Right now, however, they were cutting the inside of my cheek. Not realizing I was nervously chewing my lip, I scolded myself. I wasn't fifteen anymore. Shaking my head, I begrudgingly admitted it was nearer to one hundred and fifteen. This act, this moment, I had been here dozens of times before.Why were my nerves bothering me?
A shadow swept out into the rain and moved quickly over the pavement, its footfalls not disturbing the puddles of muddy water.
Thatwas why.
I shimmied up the side of a nearby building, using my claws to grip the brick veneer. I moved quickly and silently. Vaulting over the side, I landed on the balls of my feet and moved to the edge. I watched the shadow, but was careful not to stare at it for more than two seconds at a time. Inhumans have an uncanny ability to know when they're being watched. I couldn't risk it detecting me before I could make a move.
Tossing back my knee-length, black, leather jacket, I crouched down and stared at a point just beyond the shadow keeping it in my field of vision. My blond hair, usually a bit wavier, was matted to my head uncomfortably in the rain. A baggy black sweater, trousers, and boots were wrapped around my athletic frame. I wasn't sure why I favored black now. It certainly wasn't one of my favorite colors, but there was something about the darkness that required black. Plus it was easier to color coordinate when you didn't
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. ISBN 978-1-60313-122- Credits
Editor: Chere Gruver
Printed in the United States of America
Dedication
To Lexi:
May you find your own path in life. I love you. To Danae:
You inspired me, and pushed me on. Thank you. To Mom:
You make me want to be a better person. Thank you so much for everything you do. Chapter My fangs are good for two things: ripping flesh, and injecting neurotoxin to paralyze my prey. Right now, however, they were cutting the inside of my cheek. Not realizing I was nervously chewing my lip, I scolded myself. I wasn't fifteen anymore. Shaking my head, I begrudgingly admitted it was nearer to one hundred and fifteen. This act, this moment, I had been here dozens of times before.Why were my nerves bothering me?
A shadow swept out into the rain and moved quickly over the pavement, its footfalls not disturbing the puddles of muddy water.
Thatwas why.
I shimmied up the side of a nearby building, using my claws to grip the brick veneer. I moved quickly and silently. Vaulting over the side, I landed on the balls of my feet and moved to the edge. I watched the shadow, but was careful not to stare at it for more than two seconds at a time. Inhumans have an uncanny ability to know when they're being watched. I couldn't risk it detecting me before I could make a move.
Tossing back my knee-length, black, leather jacket, I crouched down and stared at a point just beyond the shadow keeping it in my field of vision. My blond hair, usually a bit wavier, was matted to my head uncomfortably in the rain. A baggy black sweater, trousers, and boots were wrapped around my athletic frame. I wasn't sure why I favored black now. It certainly wasn't one of my favorite colors, but there was something about the darkness that required black. Plus it was easier to color coordinate when you didn't