The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
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Milton had his gun from his jacket pocket before the bell stopped its irritating chime.
Kane turned to face whoever had just swung open the door, which was locked a moment ago.
His fingers slipped under his jacket, grazing the gun holstered to his side.
Evening traffic was scarce. He heard a horn honking in the distance, rising above the gusts of stormy night wind shaking the door frame.
The man who sauntered inside with a cocky smile wasn't anyone Kane had met before, but he knew a mage when he saw one.
A ball cap hid his hair, and raven pieces were escaping to brush his ears. He wore black from head to toe: a zip-up sweater, dark jeans, and laced shoes.
Kane could feel the crackles of magic alight in the hazel-green eyes that took him in knowingly. Then they flicked to Milton, widening slightly.
"Now, this is a surprise," the man said, his gaze sweeping a nearby display of spell components. His posture was casual. But Kane could sense he was ready to pounce if anyone made a move. "Milton Rainer. How peculiar. You're supposed to be dead."
"The shop is closed," Milton said coldly, gun in his hand.
Kane did nothing to hide the pistol he took from the holster beneath his jacket.
The man regarded Milton carefully. "We've been watching for your magic since you went conveniently missing a year ago. Who'd have known it would have lit up when I caught yours, too?" He pointed at Kane, smiling at the death glare he received. "I could count off all the laws you've broken, Rainer, using your magic unlawfully and vigilantism, amongst others, but honestly, I don't care about your crimes. I care that you know where Kiernan Moreno and Reid Kimberk are hiding."
Kane's fingers tightened on his gun.
Fuck.
He listened and heard nothing from deeper in the shop. Hopefully, Kiernan heard and stayed scarce.
"You heard him," Kane said, his voice a growl. "The shop's closed; get the fuck out."
His gaze flickered to the wallet that the man flipped open lazily.
A golden triangle. The Bureau loved to wave around their authority. This wasn't even close to the first time he'd had one thrust in his face.
But after Sophia's warning, seeing it made his neck prickle and muscles tense for a brawl.
His averse reaction must have been noticed, because the man smiled curiously.
"Another surprise," the man drawled, his gaze flickering over Kane's shoulder.
Kane rolled his eyes as Kiernan came into his peripheral vision.
"You look different, Moreno," the man said. "Dare I say, lively?" He stuffed his wallet back into his jeans. "Betraying your entire coven and signing your death looks good on you. Cheers."
