While they’re thrilled to escape all the infighting, Kate and Curran know that separating from the Pack completely is a process that will take time.īut when they learn that their friend Eduardo has gone missing, Kate and Curran shift their focus to investigate his disappearance. Magic is coming and going in waves in post-Shift Atlanta-and each crest leaves danger in its wake in this gripping novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Kate Daniels series.Īfter breaking from life with the Pack, mercenary Kate Daniels and her mate-former Beast Lord Curran Lennart-are adjusting to a very different pace. Your maniac is just outside the door, watching over you. His voice faded, growing weaker and weaker. Nobody is dying today, if I can help it.” Doolittle said. Fatigue mugged me, threatening to drag me under. Too late I saw Doolittle taking a syringe from the IV. Nobody is going home.”Ĭold rushed through my veins. “He’s Curran,” Sam said, as if it explained everything. “Get out or I’ll have you removed from the Keep.”ĭoolittle turned to Sam. “Get out,” Doolittle said, his voice icy. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me to him.ĭoolittle made a screeching noise that sliced against my ears like a knife. If I made him understand, he would take me home. Pain twisted his mouth and he forced it down, his face calm again, but I knew. “Have to go home.”Ĭurran’s face was terrible. The wetness was running down my cheeks now in hot streaks. You just have to hold on until the magic starts.” I heard his teeth click.Ī muscle in his face jerked. “I don’t think you should encourage her to talk. “What is it?” Curran leaned closer to me. “It will be okay,” he said, stroking my fingers. Panic took my throat into a clawed hand and squeezed.Ĭurran blocked the light from the window. Sam, stay right here and monitor her.”Ī dark-haired man walked into the room and parked himself at the far wall. Less information is better at this point. Nothing that could potentially upset her.
“Ariela is in labor.”ĭoolittle pushed his chair to the door. I needed to be out of this hospital bed.Ī man stuck his head into the room. But now I couldn’t even close my fingers around it.
My hand rested right on it, because Curran must’ve put it there. “That’s good,” Doolittle said, his expression somber. I fought through the bout of pain, drawing a sharp breath.Ĭurran exploded out of the chair, moving out of my view. I opened my mouth and concentrated on pronouncing a word. He usually appeared to be in his fifties, but he looked much older today, a tired black man with salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes. You had several microstrokes simultaneously.”ĭoolittle squinted at me, his face somber.
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