By Adrian Phoenix
HIS identify IS DANTE.
darkish. proficient. appealing. megastar of the rock band Inferno. Rumored proprietor of the new New Orleans nightspot membership Hell. Born of the Blood, then damaged via an evil past mind's eye.
HIS previous IS A MYSTERY.
F.B.I. targeted Agent Heather Wallace has been monitoring a sadistic serial assassin often called the go kingdom Killer, and the path has led her to New Orleans, membership Hell, and Dante. however the dangerously beautiful musician not just resists her research, he claims to be "nightkind": in different phrases, a vampire. Digging into his prior for solutions unearths little. A juvenile checklist a mile lengthy. No social protection quantity. No identified beginning date. out and in of foster houses for many of his lifestyles prior to being taken in by means of a guy named Lucien DeNoir, who appears to be like to protect mysteries of his personal.
HIS destiny IS CHAOS.
What Heather does learn about Dante is that something hyperlinks him to the killer -- and she's beautiful convinced that hyperlink makes him the CCK's subsequent objective. Heather needs to resolve the reality approximately this sensual, complex, weak younger guy -- who, she starts off to think, may perhaps certainly be a vampire -- to be able to ultimately carry a killer to justice. yet Dante's earlier holds a surprising, harmful mystery, and as soon as it's printed now not even Heather could be in a position to guard him from his destiny....
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Her skin seemed almost luminous in the dim light, her lips flushed with deep color. Her violet sweater clung to her curves and her fitted black slacks revealed her trim, athletic figure. E touched a finger to the window for a split second, then pulled it away. Was she thinking of him? Did he haunt her dreams? Did he lurk faceless in the ragged edges of nightmare, shivs gleaming? Did he make her pulse race? Did she, like E, hope the chase would never end? com) The kitchen door swung open and Dante stepped into the kitchen.
Back off,” Heather said. ” Hands lifted in a gesture of surrender, his gaze still locked on Dante, Davis said, “Fine. ” Well aware that LaRousse watched her every move, Heather took the handcuffs from Davis’s outstretched hand and crossed the carpeted floor. Dante watched her, expression guarded, hands clenched at his sides. ” Heather murmured as she stopped in front of him. “Stand LaRousse up at the prom? ” A smile quirked up the corners of Dante’s mouth. His hands unclenched, relaxed. But his gloved fingers curled in slightly, on the verge of closing into fists again.
Let’s see who Elroy spoke to last,” he said, punching the redial button. Heather scanned Jordan’s photo. Thinning hair, loopy grin — classic DMV shot. Dante held up a finger, then a grin lit his face. “If it ain’t Peeping Tom,” he said into the cell. ” Dante listened a moment, his grin widening. Heather stared at his fangs, which she told herself had to be implants. Didn’t they? “I don’t think so,” Dante said, grin vanishing. “He’s a little unconscious right now. ” Dante listened again, running a hand through his hair.