A warning blared, and I barely banked right in time to save the ship from slamming into the sneaky, but not that easy to miss obstacle.
“Shit, Cairo,” I muttered under my breath, “get a fucking grip.”
Everett, wisely, remained silent, though I felt the weight of his gaze on my skin. As fast as I could, I piloted the vessel we’d borrowed from base out of the training course. So much for testing out different ships. I hardly even remembered the maneuvers, let alone the vessel’s responses.
We didn’t speak as we landed, not until we were far enough away from any officers working on the platform to have privacy. Everett’s honey-blond hair shone gold under the bright daylight. He touched his fingers to the small of my back.
“Cairo, is everything all right?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Really? I thought taking you for a joyride might give you some of your old spark back, but I see nothing’s changed. You’ve been like this for over two weeks now.”
“What? I can’t have a bad day?” I snapped and stomped off like an immature ass.
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Whether sneaking around the slumbering base did me any good when I had the nanotech in my body was a question I’d rather not ponder over, but the fact remained that old habits died hard. Getting from place to place unnoticed had kind of become second nature over the years.
Though I’d learned my way around the largest of the four stations orbiting Taran fairly quickly, I was still grateful for the detailed instructions leading me to the meet point. A different one every time.
As I rounded the corner, looking over my shoulder for anyone bursting out of the long line of identical rooms, I nearly slammed into the body submerged in shadows. A firm grip caught me, followed by a barely concealed chuckle.
“Now what would you have done if it had been anyone but me?”
I scowled up at what little I could see of Salvatore’s face. “Probably tell them I was looking for my captain who wasn’t in his quarters.”
“Touché.” He let me go but didn’t step away. “You need anything? Coffee?”
“Coffee sounds good.” With the few hours of sleep I’d gotten, yet again thanks to our side venture, a little extra kick never hurt.
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The dull thud as we docked on the space station orbiting Taran reverberated through my entire body.
I kept my gaze on Salvatore as he flicked several switches on the control panel. While the ship was mostly voice-operated, as I’d learned during the three hours of flight, Captain Everett Salvatore was a man who liked to get his hands dirty. Unfortunately, I meant that in a good way. If I forgot about his arrogant asshole side, I could almost imagine him restoring old-timer ships in his free time and taking them on a Sunday spin.
As it was, the jackass aspect was far too present for me to regard him as anything but what he was.
A pain in my fucking ass.
The overhead lights flickered, then shifted to a dimmer radiance. We’d reached our destination.
I sat in my designated spot by the communication unit—still powered down—and watched the rest of the crew go about their business. Less than half of the standard nine-member team were up here, the rest downstairs—including the quiet science officer who’d patched me up—but they were a large enough sample for me to pick out the finer traits of their SCAR Force training. The way they moved, the sequences in which they did isolated checks of the ship’s equipment as was instructed in the SCAR Force manual.
Glorified lapdogs, that’s what the lot of them were.
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My head slammed against the curved edge of the nevon shelf protruding over the cot I’d collapsed in what felt like only a measly couple of hours earlier.
Pain lanced through me like a motherfucker, but it was nothing compared to the vicious hammering of my heart as that damned electronic voice continued the countdown. The tone and volume were different from what I was used to aboard the Devious, but if the asshole were messing with the commands, I wasn’t at all surprised about the discrepancy. Who knew what he’d rewired and tweaked.
“Carrow!” I shouted and propelled myself down the brightly lit silvery-white hallway towards the bridge.
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” I sprinted around the final corner, my bare feet tapping against the ship’s almost too-cold nevon ground. “Carrow!”
A grunt was the only answer I received. I swore and ran through the translucent sliding doors that opened automatically as I approached.
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Secrets are fine. Until they make everything go up in flames.
As if unearthing the truth about her heritage isn’t a damn struggle on its own, Crina finds herself walking a precarious path as the Shadow World continues to sink into turmoil.
If there’s one thing this particular demon hates, it’s godsdamned vulnerability.
Unfortunately, with Reiner still out to get her, her own powers spiraling out of control, and a face-to-face with all demon lords an inevitable part of her future, she’ll have no choice but to trust someone.
But placing her faith in others doesn’t come easy to someone like Crina. Especially when she learns that her mere existence is enough to send those closest to her to their doom.
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My claws scraped against the fatigued concrete as I crouched in the deep shadows not even the moonlight could penetrate. The fume-laced scent of distant traffic entwined with the sharp night that had fallen over Munich swirled in my lungs, and the predator in me purred. The hunt was what I lived for. And I could only be grateful circumstances made it possible to conduct it in an official capacity. “I smell six inside.” Wilhelm’s polished voice sounded over the com-unit in my left ear. “Greta?” I sampled the air’s multi-textured structure one more time, just to be absolutely certain. Thankfully, the direction of the late April breeze weaving through the industrial zone hadn’t shifted since we’d arrived, providing me with a faint but steady stream of information. My heart was a calm, persistent beat in the background. “Three on the perimeter,” I confirmed. “Sounds like a party.” Hektor’s rumbling chuckle filled my ear. “Want me to put in a call for backup?” I snorted. If Hektor had it his way, the only acceptable answer would be a definite no. The threads of remorse in his voice when he’d grumbled the question made it clear enough. Unfortunately, even though I itched to fight just as badly as Hektor and Wilhelm did, we couldn’t throw caution to the wind. Although not something any of us hadn’t handled on our own before, nine weres wasn’t a negligible number when taking the wider picture into account.
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HEAT OF THE NIGHT is a standalone paranormal romance that can be read independently, but if you want to follow the general Kolovrat timeline, I highly recommend picking it up after Transient Moon.