Demon slayer Bree Molina has always felt an attraction for fellow hunter Andras. She knew he was handsome and brave…but she’s shocked to discover that Andras is a demon, too! That’s just the first revelation Andras has in store for Bree. The demon world has put a price on her head—and the only way Andras can save Bree is by making her his mate….

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER ONE

      Even this late at night, even in this neighborhood, there were people on the streets of Los Angeles. Bree couldn’t worry about them or what they thought of her. Not now.

      Not when she had a pair of demons on her ass.

      Her breathing was harsh and ragged, her heart pounded, but she ran on, her hand curled to catch the blood streaming down her arm. If it spattered to the sidewalk, she’d be leaving a trail anyone could follow, and demons already had too many advantages.

      She glanced over her shoulder and saw nothing except a few people staring after her. Clear. That wouldn’t last. She’d only hurt her attackers enough to slow them momentarily. And piss them off. If they caught up to her— No, make that when they caught up to her, the demonic duo would make her pay.

      Reaching a corner, she turned abruptly. The change of direction probably wouldn’t lose her pursuers, not when they had such heightened senses, but it was worth a shot.

      Wouldn’t her mentor be proud if he could see her now? His top demon slayer running from the enemy.

      Bree tried to smile, to show fate that the irony wasn’t lost on her, but sometimes a strategic retreat was smarter than battling it out. Smarter than dying. A live slayer could fight another day. A dead one was a waste of training.

      Another turn put her in an area that was deserted. A single streetlight glowed and moonlight spotlighted the graffiti tagging the buildings. The gang symbols spun, and Bree swallowed a curse. She had to stop the bleeding before she ended up more than light-headed.

      Ahead, she saw a warehouse, the first without a chain-link fence around it, and changed course. She couldn’t stay long, but she needed a minute. Or two.

      Jimmying the lock took longer than she liked and Bree was nervous by the time she pushed open the door. Immediately, she closed it behind her.

      High windows allowed the glow of the moon to illuminate the space, and the walls here were covered with graffiti, too. Dirt and dust had accumulated deeply enough to cover the toes of her boots and each step kicked up more. There were footprints in every direction showing that others had used it for shelter, but no one was here now. She could feel the emptiness.

      Everywhere she looked, there were scattered piles of debris, mostly made up of rotting wood and chunks of cement. Bigger castoffs were strewn about as well—broken pallets, damaged crates—and they added a feeling of eeriness to the abandoned building.

      Shaking it off, Bree headed for a patch of moonlight. She pushed her jacket off her left shoulder and studied her wound. The puncture was ugly and throbbed like mad, but blood wasn’t flowing any longer and his talon had missed bone.

      It could have been worse. Hell, she’d believed it was worse than this from the way the blood had been running down her arm. Not that this wasn’t bad enough—she’d never been hurt this severely in battle before—but it wouldn’t need stitches and she’d only be off the streets for a few days.

      A sound jerked her attention from her injury. Damn, the bastards had found her.

      Bree had the ability to hide her energy, but she’d been too weakened to use it while she’d been running. Now, she delved deep, dredging up what remained of her strength. No matter what, she had to come up with enough to conceal her presence. She managed to cloak herself as she moved away from the light.

      Scanning for a good place to hide, she chose a cluster of large, dilapidated crates. They tipped precariously near the wall, but they deepened the shadows, and odds were they wouldn’t fall on her. Probably.

      The wait seemed interminable. Her nerves pulled taut and blood roared in her ears, but despite that, Bree was able to hear the demons. They were drawing closer.

      Her hand dropped to the dagger strapped to her thigh and she eased it from its sheath.

      The enemy wasn’t in any hurry. They moved slowly, and she assumed it was because they wanted to be thorough, to make sure they didn’t miss her. Only training prevented her gasp when they came into view. There were three—not two—and none of them were the males she’d fought earlier.

      How many demons were after her?

      As she watched, they checked behind every pile, every pallet, anywhere she could hide. They’d find her.

      Running wouldn’t work. If she moved, they’d hear. At the very least, they’d see her. There was too much open space between her and the exit, and the dark couldn’t hide her from a demon’s eyes.

      Bree held her breath as they neared.

      “She’s ours.”

      Her head snapped toward the voice. Her original attackers had arrived. The three who’d been searching turned and walked to meet the duo in the middle of the floor. “The prize belongs to whoever can capture it. That’s not you.”

      “You’ll not swoop in and profit from our work. We fought her. We weakened her. We have claim,” one of the duo said.

      Her heart stuttered. Could she get lucky enough that the two groups would fight? If they inflicted enough damage on each other, she might make it out of this alive yet.

      The demons argued. Their voices grew louder, angrier, and their postures became more belligerent. It shouldn’t be much—

      One of the pair flung himself across the gap and went after the leader of the trio. For a moment, she watched, but they were focused only on each other. Now was the time to get out of here.

      Before she could do more than shift her weight, she felt arms wrap around her, imprisoning her against a muscular male form. His hand covered her mouth. For an instant, her body betrayed her and Bree nearly leaned into the man. Nearly surrendered.

      Never!

      She began to struggle, but he tightened his hold, forcing her to be still. His lips were against her ear, and voice barely a whisper, her captor said, “Hush, I’m here to help you.”