Jill Prescott returned from self-imposed seclusion to help save her best friend Devan’s life. Throwing herself into Devan’s problems and bringing an evil organization to its knees might just be the distraction she needs to keep living without the only man she’s ever loved. Her life changed forever when she was hired to spend a week with Doc Massey.
On the day she became a vampire her youthful innocence ended, but Doc’s love rescued her from being consumed by the darkness. The shadow of that former life continues to loom over her, keeping her from realizing her own self-worth. Running from her past only brings her closer to a destiny that is inextricably connected to what she is trying to escape…
Every gift has both a reward and a price, because All of it fits…
Eden Stowe shuffled forward as if mesmerized. Devan caressed the top of the trunk with the tips of her fingers, feeling each inch of the ornate lid. When she slid her fingers under the rim of the trunk it easily lifted . The old man gasped when the trunk opened for Devan and tried to shove both women aside to get inside the trunk first. A flash of blue lightening sparked from inside the chest, knocking him back onto his rear end with a thump.Jill was as shocked as he was but couldn’t help the nervous laugh that welled up in her throat. “Quite a shock, eh Eden?” she chuckled, and placed her hand on Devan’s shoulder.
“What are you?” he demanded of Devan. “They said you were a witch, but– how?”
Devan shook her head and turned away from him to look down at the opened trunk. “The how doesn’t matter now. The Org is finished. And so are you”
“What’re you gonna do to him?” Jill whispered.
“Do you have a suggestion?” Devan cut her eyes over her shoulder to look at her friend.
“I might have an idea. Yeah, maybe I do. But for now let’s have a look at your trunk.”
The old man began sputtering again, struggling to get up. For effect the blonde bared her fangs at him, then giggled when his lips pursed into a tight, white line. His eyes narrowed and a twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth. Jill thought he was probably trying to formulate some sort of plan to get himself out of the bind in which he found himself. He eyed the door to the attic like a caged animal looking for an exit.