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368 pages, Paperback
First published April 2, 2013



He stood out like a Greek god in an Eskimo village.
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“Very subtle, vampire.” I kicked the back of his seat. “If bribery doesn’t work, just call your bodyguards and have them tie him up for you. I’ll bet you’ve spent your fair share of evenings in that situation too, huh?”
Luc met my glare in the rearview mirror. “Must you speak?”
“Bite me.”
He sneered. “I don’t fancy your type.”
“Why, too sober? Too much self-esteem?”
Jack frowned at us across the blue light of the console. “Can
you two at least pretend to cooperate? We’re on the same team
here.”
“Yeah, Dracu-Luc,” I said. “Play nice or I’ll ride with the
werewolf.”
“I’ll give you fifty quid if you do,” Luc offered.
****
God must hate me. It was the only explanation.
Seriously. All I’d ever wanted was to be a Guardian. I wanted to kill demons, protect humankind, do all the things I was made to do. But, in the space of a week, I’d been reduced to a blood-tainted, broken-souled, half-bonded, fully-doomed fashion victim with a
ruthless serial killer for a sister.
What was next, a plague of frogs?
It’s weird how death doesn’t come all at once. It doesn’t ride in on a stallion, swinging a scythe and yelling about the apocalypse.
Real death teases. It prods. It inches up behind you with its claws out, and laughs while you bleed.
I cradled Jack in my lap as his soul unwound itself from mine in soft twitches. The space it left behind felt cold and damp, how a cloud might feel before a snowfall.
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