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When a grizzly murder threatens to change the paranormal balance of power-and bring an end to years of peace between humans and supernaturals-a new generation must fight for Chicago.
As the only vampire child ever born, some believed Elisa Sullivan had all the luck. But the magic that helped bring her into the world left her with a dark secret. Shifter Connor Keene, the only son of North American Central Pack Apex Gabriel Keene, is the only one she trusts with it. But she's a vampire and the daughter of a Master and a Sentinel, and he's prince of the Pack and its future king.
When the assassination of an ambassador brings old feuds to the fore again, Elisa and Connor must choose between love and family, between honor and obligation, before Chicago disappears forever.
Return to Chicagoland. Meet the family . . .
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336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 14, 2018
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*It just doesn't do it for me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Vampires were made, not born.
All except one.
All except me.
I was the daughter of vampires, born because magic and fate twisted together. I’d spent nineteen years in Chicago. Tonight, I stood nearly four hundred feet above Paris, several thousand miles away from the Windy City and the Houses in which most of its vampires lived.
“I didn’t mind rescuing you the first time,” he said. And there was something different in his eyes. Emotion I hadn’t seen before and wasn’t entirely sure what to do with. “But you don’t really need rescuing, Lis. You just need a good partner.”
I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of his gaze, and my instinct was to turn away, to put space between us that would give me time to think.
“You don’t need rules for this,” Connor said, and grabbed my hand before I could turn.
I looked back at him, watched his eyes darken like storm clouds over a cold, deep sea, his gaze so intense he might have seen through to my soul—and felt the sudden, wild hunger that rose up in response to it.
Connor watched my face, thumb stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist.
Magic pulsed in the air, and it had nothing to do with my monster or the fairies. It was shifter magic, wild and rough and barely tamed. And it was vampire magic, dark and careful and dangerous.
I opened my eyes, smiled at the vampire who appeared at my side with two plastic cones of champagne. Seraphine had golden skin and dark hair, and her hazel eyes shone with amusement.
“To Paris,” I said, and tapped my cone against hers.
It had been four years since I’d last stepped foot in Chicago. Tomorrow, I’d go home again and visit the city and spend time with family and friends.
For twenty years, there’d been peace in Chicago among humans and sups, largely because of efforts by my parents—Ethan Sullivan and Merit, the Master and Sentinel, respectively, of Cadogan House. They’d worked to find a lasting peace, and had been so successful that Chicago had become a model for other communities around the world.
That’s why Seri and I were going back. The city’s four vampire Houses were hosting peace talks for vampires from Western Europe, where Houses had been warring since the governing council—the Greenwich Presidium—dissolved before I was born. And vampires’ relations with the other supernaturals in Europe weren’t any better. Chicago would serve as neutral territory where the Houses’ issues could be discussed and a new system of government could be hammered out.
“Are we dating now?”
Lulu snorted a laugh. “Girl, you are not my type. And you’ve only got eyes for Connor Keene.”
“I do not have eyes for Connor Keene.” But I didn’t even sound convincing to me.
“Liar,” she said, taking another bite. “You are a dirty, stinking liar.”
I put down my fork, appetite gone. “He touched my wrist yesterday.”
She paused midchew. “Is that a euphemism for . . . anything?”
I shook my head. “We were talking, and he took my wrist and looked at me, and he’s so damn sexy, and he cares about the Pack and his family and . . . I’m falling for him.”
“No shit, Watson.”
I ignored her. “He’s leaving. And I’m maybe going back to Paris—or who knows—but he’s definitely leaving for Alaska. Twenty years I’ve known him, Lulu. Twenty damn years, and I hated him for most of those. Arrogant little punk who drove me crazy just because he could.”
“You can’t drive someone crazy unless there’s emotion there to begin with. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have cared.”
