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Supernatural warriors bound by an kenton code of honor face an ultimate test of loyalty in the exciting new paranormal thriller from New York Times bestselling authors Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love. Atlanta has become the battlefield between human and demon.
All her life, Evalle Kincaid has walked the line between the two. Through the sordid underground of an alternate Atlanta where nothing is as it seems to the front lines of the city, where her former allies have joined forces to hunt her, Evalle must prove her innocence or pay the ultimate price. The clock is ticking and Atlanta is about to catch fire. Since her first book debuted in while she was still in college, she has placed more than eighty novels on the New York Times list in all formats and genres, including manga and graphic novels, and has more than 70 million books in print worldwide.
She lives with her family near Nashville, Tennessee. Visit her website at SherrilynKenyon. Dianna Love is the New York Times bestselling coauthor of nine novels. She is a national speaker who started writing while working over a hundred feet in the air, creating marketing projects for Fortune companies. When not plotting out her latest action-adventure, she travels the country on a motorcycle to meet fans and research new locations.
She and her husband live near Atlanta, Georgia.
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Graveyard quiet for a Sunday morning. Where were all the people leaving the bars? There should be more on the street than this.
Blood Trinity (Belador, book 1) by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love
But more importantly, who had sent a Cresyl demon into this trinit why? So many nonhumans to learn about, so little time. Especially while hunting them.
But the last Cresyl sighted in Atlanta had disappeared before causing any trouble. A human had died, and in a suspicious manner for a demon attack.
The body of a young female had been mauled with only the heart missing. Worse had been the stink of sulfur, which told her exactly how nonhuman the attack had been. A demon had to ingest the entire human to take a soul, so why only one organ? Why maul the body? It smacked of the way Alterants had decimated bodies in the past. Was someone intentionally trying to make the killing appear as though an Alterant had attacked the woman? Or am I just being paranoid? They could sort reality from paranoia.
Had the Medb sent this demon?
Were they still trying to get her? If not, the first finger would point at her the minute they found out about a ripped-up human. Always worked that way. Burden of proof on me, no matter how much I prove myself. Even temporary suspension would be unbearable, because it meant having her powers stripped to a minimal level. That would blod her practically defenseless in a city where preternatural beings moved silent and deadly.
Like the being that crept along steadily ahead of her. Much as the idea of losing her powers gave her the shakes, her greater worry would be that the sudden stripping of powers might trigger an involuntary shift into her beast form out of a natural instinct to protect herself.
She had the best serrilyn in the city when it came to supernatural intelligence. The Cresyl stumbled, caught his bloodd, then stopped as though stuck in place.
Great … like walking behind a horse. Why was he moving at such a sluggish pace? Cresyls trinify generally quick and dangerous … and traveled in pairs. Which one had ripped into a human tonight … Or had they?
Something had, and they were the most kwnyon candidates. The remains of the young woman had shown up in the Atlanta city morgue a few hours eherrilyn. The morgue where Evalle worked part-time as a maintenance tech from ten at night until five in the morning.
All agents at VIPER were expected to integrate into the community, preferably somewhere that allowed them intel on supernatural activity. The morgue was a perfect place to be. The dead were not a threat. Most of the time. And what better place to hear about unusual killings or strange DNA evidence? Being on call for early Sunday morning usually meant processing run-of-the-mill Saturday night violence, not a demon mauling. Even if a wild animal from the zoo could have ripped the heart out of the body so cleanly, any investigator would question why an earthly predator would leave the rest of the body uneaten.
Animals tended to be sloppy killers. Demons not so much. Having been alone right before work, she had no alibi for the time of death. I have to be. Nothing else made sense.
I came into this world alone and I can handle anything it throws at me. And by the gods, she could handle the Cresyls. Or run out of time. She really was feeling sick to her stomach that someone wanted her butt in a sling. Or more to the point, a cage. Evalle flinched as unwanted memories tore through her bloor sharp talons at that thought. Nothing set off her panic attacks worse than imprisonment. But it was hard. No matter how much she tried to tdinity the past buried, shherrilyn like this threat unearthed her worst fears and made the old wounds burn anew.
Once she killed them, they stayed dead. Even when she did manage to kill one, a dozen more cropped up to attack her. As Quinn would say, bloody inconsiderate wankers. But that was neither here nor there. The blade shimmered with a death spell. The dagger had been a gift from Tzader after he and Quinn had saved her life in Utah. Just one of several treasured gifts from Tzader and Quinn, with friendship and trust being the most cherished of all. But she was on her own right now. The demon paused in the middle of the next block at the newspaper-wrapped feet of a sleeping vagrant, a poor wadded-up piece of humanity not bothering anybody.
Was it sizing up the guy as a meal? Evalle paused, perfectly still. Sweat trickled beneath her top to streak down the naked skin on her back and soak the top of her jeans. The back of her vintage BDU shirt stuck to her back. She wore the cotton military shirt for comfort, but nothing felt good in this heat.
Her steel-toe boots were hot, but much handier and safer than sandals if someone or some thing wanted a throw down. She fingered the dagger in the sheath at her hip and wrinkled her nose at the sulfuric odor trailing off the demon.
The odor was too faint for a demon who had eaten a human heart. Although kennyon of them might have discovered the magic of deodorant or perfume. Then again, perfumed crap still stank no matter what you did. Besides, as a VIPER agent, she was expected to do whatever it took to protect the humans from predators.