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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  A Note From Dianna

  More Belador Novels by Dianna Love

  More Books By Diana Love

  Author Bio

  A Word From Dianna

  Dedication

  This book is for my Dianna Love Street Team who keep me sane while spending so many hours deep in the cave!

  (Be sure to read the message to you at the end)

  The Belador series is an ongoing story line,

  so you may want to read the books in order:

  Blood Trinity

  Alterant

  The Curse

  Rise Of The Gryphon

  Demon Storm

  Witchlock

  Rogue Belador

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  Midnight Kiss Goodbye (novella in DEAD AFTER DARK)

  Tristan's Escape: A Belador Novella

  Firebound (Free story of how Evalle found Feenix)

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  Chapter 1

  Evalle muttered, "It's been thirty minutes and I don't see anything to kill." She hugged her leather motorcycle jacket tighter against the chilly night air and glanced over at Reece "Casper" Jordan.

  "It's only been twenty minutes. Patience, Sunshine," Casper murmured.

  "It's too cold for patience. And don't call me Sunshine." She had zero appreciation for January in Atlanta. The sun had set over five hours ago and the temperature had to be in the low thirties by now. Intermittent snow had started accumulating enough to leave footprints. Unlike the northeast corner of the country, this city saw little snow, and a one-inch dusting would empty stores of milk and bread.

  The bread companies and dairies must have cut a deal with the gods of winter.

  Huffing out a frosty breath, she announced, "I'm not hanging around all night and freezing."

  He grinned.

  She quirked a threatening eyebrow at the VIPER agent who loved to get under everyone's skin, but he was looking away and failed to notice. Plus, she wore special sunglasses and he couldn't see that well in the darkness anyway.

  She could. Born with glowing neon-green eyes, she was capable of seeing in almost total darkness. It was one of the few benefits of being an Alterant, a half-blood Belador. But of all the strange preternaturals who belonged to the VIPER coalition, she'd never met another being exactly like her.

  Sure, the other Alterants had bright-green eyes, but she knew of none who possessed her body's deadly reaction to the sun.

  Casper had lifted his chin to stare into the night at the tops of trees in Candler Park.

  She'd always felt at home in this section of town. It was close to Little Five Points, where she ate at restaurants like The Vortex, a good place to chow down, and made an occasional stop at Psycho Sisters when she had a rare urge to shop.

  Neither was an option tonight.

  Not with a demon, or some other creature, stalking this vicinity. Evalle had fought a demon two months ago in Stone Mountain Park, up on the northeast side of metro Atlanta. Few had been sighted since then.

  Maybe she and her sidekicks for tonight weren't actually hunting a demon. Might just be someone stealing dogs. She could see a report getting blown out of proportion until it changed from dognapping to an invisible force dragging dogs away.

  That didn't sound like a demon in her book.

  Tracking down a dog thief was a human law enforcement issue, but since VIPER also watched over humans, they'd assigned this to her, Casper, and Lucien Solis.

  "Something doesn't feel right," Casper muttered. He'd just returned from scaling the tallest oak tree in this wooded section to view the area from a high point. Better him than her.

  She liked her feet planted on solid ground.

  But Casper had first shifted into his ghost form, then basically floated to the top. He'd once told her his ghost form couldn't actually fly, but he could levitate above anything solid, including tree limbs.

  "I'm ready to go as soon as Lucien gets back," Evalle announced. She'd hiked all over this place and the nearby neighborhoods, hoping to catch whoever had been stealing domestic pets. "This is a crap assignment."

  Inclining his head, Casper frowned. "Agreed. I don't see squat. Did you hear where the intel came from?"

  A fair question, since she'd taken the call from her Belador superior then rounded up Casper and Lucien to join her. "Supposedly a troll reported seeing something dragging a pack of dogs into the park after midnight."

  "Aw, hell. Might be a troll stealing the dogs. They eat about anything."

  Eww. "I wouldn't point a finger at a troll right now if I were you. That's all it'd take to crank them up again after that mess with a warlock using trolls to power a spell to create fake demons."

  "You're right. The trolls are still complaining that VIPER didn't do enough."

  Since trolls weren't members of the coalition, they had an agreement with VIPER that allowed trolls to live in the city, as long as they didn't hunt here.

  Translation: Don't kill humans.

  Some trolls were good people, but as a race they were predators and not exactly at the bottom of the food chain.

  With the exception of a rare few, humans had no idea nonhumans existed and cohabitated in this world, but if demons kept popping up, it wouldn't be long before that changed.

  "This is bullshit," Casper grumbled.
"I'm with you. I'm done with being a damn dogcatcher." He crossed his arms, then looked to his left as Lucien emerged from the darkness, seeming to do so without even disturbing the air around him.

  The two men partnering with her tonight were from opposite ends of the spectrum.

  Casper hailed from Texas. He had snakeskin boots and jeans to go with his southern drawl. He wasn't overly bulked up, but at six-two he took up plenty of space and filled out a denim jacket with a mile of shoulders. Standing with his legs apart, he looked ready for a showdown.

  Lucien's black hair curled at the collar of his wool peacoat, just adding to the mysterious look of the Castilian who kept to himself. He spoke in a smooth voice, rich with his unusual accent. "I may have found something."

  Evalle wanted to groan.

  Casper did. "I didn't see a thing from up top. What'd you find?"

  "I'm not sure yet. Every time I got close, it moved. I think whatever it is detects my power."

  "And just what is that power?" Evalle asked, not expecting an answer since Lucien shared little with his teammates. Call her crabby, but cold weather brought out that side of her.

  Snowflakes sifted through the air. Again.

  Great. Just great.

  Lucien studied her for a moment as if sizing up his reply. "When I first met you, I had no idea what an Alterant was, other than a half-blood Belador. I know little more than that now."

  She got what he was saying.

  Back before she'd learned the ugly truth about the other half of her blood, Lucien had never hesitated to partner with her on a mission, even when other VIPER members balked. Also, he'd never questioned her background, as long as she wasn't a witch. "Point taken."

  His lips quirked with a smile and he gave a slight nod.

  If he'd shared that slight smile with a room full of single women, the next sound would have been panties hitting the floor. Thankfully, she had a natural immunity to his dark and sexy allure.

  She had her own hot man at home. "Then what are we doing?"

  Lucien turned to Casper. "Want to see if you can get close to whatever it is in your other form?"

  She and Casper had been teamed up before in the past, too. She'd often wondered if that had been because neither of them fit into the usual nonhuman categories.

  They were unknown, or other.

  She'd graduated to known since she discovered that she carried the blood of two sworn preternatural enemies--Belador and the Medb coven. The cowboy, on the other hand, had gained his nonhuman status by accident. Years back, during a trip to Scotland to trace his family roots, Casper had been struck by lightning.

  On the plus side, he'd survived the electrical charge.

  On the not-sure-how-to-gauge-it side, he now shared his body with an ancient Highland warrior, and could morph into a shadowy image. When Casper decided to hide, he was harder to locate than a flea on a Saint Bernard.

  There had to be more to his Scotland story, but when pressed for details he'd give his good-old-boy chuckle and say something like, "Ya'll don't have time for all that. Now, let me tell you about the rodeo I won in Houston ..."

  Casper scrubbed a hand over his mouth. "I'll give it a try. This'll be my second time changing shape in less than an hour. I don't know how long my ethereal form will hold."

  After Casper returned from his recon on top of the trees, it had taken him almost a full minute to shift back to human. He was vulnerable to attack during the change, and this one would be even slower.

  Lucien said, "I understand. We'll stay close enough to cover you. Let me locate whatever it is again, and I'll give you a signal for which way to move. Don't engage unless you think your ghost form will scare it to death."

  "Roger that." Casper lowered his arms, and his body slowly turned translucent.

  Lifting her spelled dagger from where it had been tucked in the sheath at her side, Evalle nodded at Lucien. "I'll cover the rear. Lead the way."

  She trailed far behind Lucien as he led them from the thick oak grove to the public pool she'd already searched once. Casper allowed his form to glimmer next to her.

  Evalle gave him thumbs up that she had him in sight. Then his glimmer dimmed to the point that even her sensitive eyes were tested to see him as he moved ahead of her.

  They kept their distance from Lucien to allow him a chance to locate the creature.

  She glanced up at the unlit security lights. They'd been functioning when she'd hiked through here a half hour ago. She couldn't inform these two about that without speaking since neither one had the telepathic ability she shared with other Beladors, and all three of them knew to be silent at this point.

  When Lucien reached the first corner of a one-story building connected to the pool by a fenced enclosure, he lifted a fist as the sign for them to stop. Without looking back, he signaled for Casper to move out to the right toward the pool.

  Casper's translucent figure dissolved into the night.

  Evalle moved in the same direction Lucien had gone, but she stepped very slowly. She amped up her Belador hearing until the silence became a shirring noise of snow falling and small creatures scampering around.

  Then a crunching sound stopped her.

  There wasn't enough snow on the ground yet to make that crispy noise.

  She looked around to locate Lucien. He was out of sight again. How was she supposed to know if he'd made that sound or if something else had?

  Lucien appeared far to her right and Casper's glimmer caught up to him. They raced off into the darkness.

  Seriously? What the heck did Lucien want her to do? Working as a team meant communication, dammit.

  Releasing a pent-up breath, she eased forward another step. Might as well give this place one last thorough look.

  The sound of a door opening at the other end of the building turned her around. Had something drawn Lucien away, then it backtracked, thinking no one had stayed behind?

  Evalle turned slowly, taking in the huge tree overhanging that end of the building, and crept up to the corner that was smothered in darkness.

  She started to move around the corner but froze at a sound she couldn't identify. Sounded like someone had crossed a bullfrog with a cricket. The thing made a low, rumbling frog noise that ended in a smothered chirping. If not for powering up her hearing a moment ago, she would have missed it.

  A flash of movement on top of the building drew her gaze upward.

  The clouds had parted, and with a half-moon shining now, Casper's translucent form picked up just enough light for her to discern his outline. When had he returned?

  He motioned that he was staying up top to keep an eye out.

  At least one teammate kept her informed.

  Evalle made it around the street-side end of the structure and stuck her neck out barely enough to look past the corner, then ducked right back.

  Crap. Right around the corner, a door stood ajar.

  That would be a clue, Sherlock.

  Leaning out further this time to look inside the room, she counted at least eight dogs huddled in a tight group. Something invisible corralled them. There might actually be more than eight animals. It was so dark inside there that, even with her vision, she could only separate the light-colored ones.

  Crud. So much for Casper's theory about being relegated to freakin' dogcatchers.

  Something was holding those animals, but what? And what about that strange noise? If the gods were in a good mood, it was nothing more than a mutant bullfrog with no fear of freezing.

  As she strained to see into the corners of the room, the animals became agitated and began moving around, howling and barking. The sound wasn't loud even to her ears. Weird. Their invisible constraint apparently also deadened the sound. Whatever held the dogs in place had muffled the noise to where no human security or maintenance person would hear it.

  Checking over her shoulder and scanning the surrounding yard, she held her breath, listening for anything else.

  Nothing. But the rest o
f the area was now pitch-dark. Even her exceptional night vision failed to penetrate it. What had happened to the moonlight? The clouds were still AWOL, so the moon should be right above her.

  Heading around the corner, she'd made one step toward the door when the pack of animals backed away as far as they could, still huddled as a group.

  Not one of them made a sound now.

  That couldn't be good.

  Hair stood up along her arms. She turned slowly to search around her again. A cold breeze ruffled her hair, but the chills racing up her spine were no longer driven by temperature.

  She didn't see anything at first, but then her eyes focused on a dark shape waaaaay too close to her, blocking the moon. She looked up, up, up until she could make out just enough of a long snout shape, ten feet off the ground, to call that the head.

  What was that thing? The rest of its body was just a dark blob.

  So far, nothing that resembled any demon she'd ever seen.

  It hadn't noticed her. Its head was tilted toward the roof, focused on something.

  Could it see Casper?

  She looked back around for Lucien. Still no sign of him, but she needed some room to deal with this sucker. Looking down, she could see where its feet had actually sunk into the frozen ground. It probably weighed as much as an elephant. She had no idea what she was up against. Backing up would give her a chance to size up her opponent and come up with a plan for fighting it.

  This is what I get for complaining about being a dogcatcher.

  The most she could do from this position would be to stab it in the side of the leg, which was pretty much guaranteed to piss off something this humongous. That would get her squashed by a foot she couldn't see to avoid.

  She moved back toward the corner, taking a step, then another step, keeping her eyes on the creature. Another couple feet and she'd have some room to move.

  Her next step dropped her foot into a hole as deep as her knee and just wide enough to trap her boot, jostling her backwards. She flailed her arms to keep from falling and breaking her leg. Once she caught her balance, she listened for any movement.

  Had Sasquatch noticed?

  Yanking her gaze straight up, she found two bright yellow eyes staring at her from the biggest horse head she'd ever seen. It was stuck on top of a giant, hunched-over human body.

  Shock registered a moment before his huge hands lunged for her.

  She shoved up a hit of kinetic power to block him.

  He slapped the invisible force. Vibration jarred her teeth. Growling, he started beating both fists on her kinetic shield.