The door popped open and two long, dark, furry creatures scurried across the floor in opposite directions.
Chelsea groaned. “Not again.” The nearly forgotten stitches in her arm began to itch as she searched the floor for the dronkes. “You really need a better cage.”
Chelsea breathed in the heady fumes of the oil paints. She had finally finished her reference outline. It had taken months. Much longer than she had spent with Jackson Hawk in real life
Dean realized he was beating a nervous tattoo on the steering wheel and put his hands in his coat pockets. “Matty, are you sure about this?” The wolf in the passenger seat flashed a shady side-eye, and once more Dean marveled at seeing one of his boyfriend’s facial expressions on an animal. “Look, I don’t […]
Music pulsed throughout the warehouse apartment, rattling the high windows. Chelsea barely heard it. All her concentration was focused on Amber. The other demon hunter stood taller, weighed more, and had no idea what fighting fair might possibly mean.
