Darkness Rising (Riley Jenson)
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The sexy, thrilling adventures continue in bestselling author Keri Arthur’s new Dark Angels series, starring half-werewolf/half-Aedh Risa Jones.
Risa will go to any lengths to avenge her mother’s murder—even if it means making a pact with the most evil vampire she’s ever met. Lethal and powerful, Madeline Hunter is leader of the vampire council, and will put her resources behind finding the killer—for a price. The venerable vampire requires the assistance of Risa’s psychic powers. Quid pro quo.
Someone—or something—is targeting the elders of the local council, cursing the immortal vampires to rapidly age, sink into madness, and die. Risa must track down the vengeful being responsible. But Risa’s father, a rogue Aedh priest, also enlists her in a dangerous mission. And not even the great Madeline Hunter may be able to protect her from the shadowy forces that desire nothing less than Risa’s destruction.
I say it’s easier that way. And what I’ve never seen before is the type of magic that protects this elevator.” I blinked. “It’s protected by magic?” He nodded. “A fairly old spell, by the feel of it. And very powerful.” I glanced at our chrome-and-glass surrounds but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Then again, I wasn’t usually sensitive to magic, so that really wasn’t surprising. “What’s the difference between a new spell and an older one?” He glanced at me. “The age of the
all that much. We’d already guessed this thing wasn’t a flesh being—both Alston and Boulanger would have sensed such an approach. “Did you set the spell?” “Do I look like a magic user, young woman?” Her tartness had my grin rising again. “I didn’t realize magic users had a specific look.” “Well, they do. And obviously, I am not one of them. I hired a woman to set the spell when I purchased this place.” “Her name?” “Adeline Greenfield. She came highly recommended.” It wasn’t a name I was
back before I realized it was Azriel. “For fuck’s sake,” I said, my gaze sweeping him and noting with relief that both the blood and the bullet wound had disappeared. “You could have at least warned me you were here.” He crossed his arms and leaned his butt back against one of the sinks. “Do you not usually sense when I’m near?” “Sometimes,” I muttered, feeling all that warm heat wash over my skin and stir things that had no right to be stirring. “But not always. How did you get the bullet
I was going to have to do this the hard way. “Look, as I said, I’m not here to harm you. But by the same token, I will have to take you back with me.” “And I,” she said calmly, “have no intention of going anywhere.” “Please don’t make me force you—” She gave a cold, humorless laugh. “My dear child, there is no way in heaven or hell you could force me to do anything. Now please, leave this place.” “I can’t—” She sighed dramatically. “I suppose it was too much to hope that you would.” With
neutrality. But I still sensed the tension in him—though, to be honest, I’d never actually seen him look truly relaxed. Maybe tension was part of his makeup, or what made him such a good Mijai. Or maybe it was simply the end result of being forced to remain near me. Ilianna added, “He might not be able to enter the ritual grounds, but he sure as hell can yell.” Azriel? Yell? He vary rarely raised his voice, so it was hard to imagine him actually yelling. Besides, surely I would have heard it. He