Enter: Demon Hating Skinwalker
“Thank you, Sani. You are a good man. But… What of this shaman? Will she not look for you?” I could not believe I was asking that. Of course, she will be looking for him.
Read More“Thank you, Sani. You are a good man. But… What of this shaman? Will she not look for you?” I could not believe I was asking that. Of course, she will be looking for him.
Read More“Embracing your animal side? Oh, how very interesting.” The evil smile that crept onto his face sent shivers down my ethereal spine. “Yes, I see how this could be to my advantage.”
Read MoreBetter than that, though, she cared about me. She cared about me in the way my mother used to. She accepted me even though I was a skinwalker and had uprooted her life for me. We were madly in love and could take on the world together.
Read MoreI killed the engine and dove into the water, not worrying about the dangers lurking beneath the surface. “Sani!” He did not stir, and I feared he might be dead.
Read MoreSani led us back into the city, and once we were in the French Quarter, I lost myself. I began walking in random directions, feeling a pull I could not explain, even if I remembered it later. I knew vaguely that Sani was with me and engaged in idle chatter, but my focus was on completing my task and serving my master.
Read MoreAs I looked back over at him, I felt a wave of desire rush over me. It was subtle, something I had almost forgotten, but it was there. A persistent feeling of warmth coursing through my body.
Read More“Nope,” Brandy smiled, “show us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
The look of pure mischief that crossed her face had me shaking in fear. Well, pretend fear. “We heard you are no longer on the market, per se.”
I normally avoided collecting remora. They did not understand when I shifted back to human form. But today, I felt the need to gorge. Maybe it was because I had recently emptied my stomach. Perhaps it was because hearing about someone else hunting ignited the primal need within me, but it was there.
Read MoreI found myself wanting him, this strange, dark man, but I was also afraid of him, of what he could be. If he ended up being an agent of Estran, I would be dead by morning.
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