By Adrian Phoenix
HIS identify IS DANTE.Dark. gifted. attractive. superstar of the rock band Inferno. Rumored proprietor of the new New Orleans nightspot membership Hell. Born of the Blood, then damaged through an evil past imagination.HIS previous IS A MYSTERY.F.B.I. particular Agent Heather Wallace has been monitoring a sadistic serial assassin often called the go nation Killer, and the path has led her to New Orleans, membership Hell, and Dante. however the dangerously appealing musician not just resists her research, he claims to be "nightkind": in different phrases, a vampire. Digging into his earlier for solutions finds little. A juvenile checklist a mile lengthy. No social protection quantity. No recognized delivery date. out and in of foster houses for many of his lifestyles earlier than being taken in via a guy named Lucien DeNoir, who seems to protect mysteries of his own.HIS destiny IS CHAOS.What Heather does find out about Dante is that anything hyperlinks him to the killer -- and she's beautiful yes that hyperlink makes him the CCK's subsequent goal. Heather needs to get to the bottom of the reality approximately this sensual, complex, susceptible younger guy -- who, she starts off to think, could certainly be a vampire -- with a view to ultimately deliver a killer to justice. yet Dante's previous holds a stunning, risky mystery, and as soon as it's published now not even Heather might be capable of guard him from his destiny....
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No coincidence. Dante was meant to find her. Heather glanced at the blood-smeared wall behind the bed. WAKE UP S. Last time, it had simply read Wake Up. What did the S stand for? Could an obsession with Dante be the reason for the broken pattern? The messages meant for him? Lafayette. The cigarette-lighter-burned symbol on Daniel Spurrell’s chest. The images of a hooded Dante wearing the anarchy symbol around his throat, then around his wrist. If he’d been meant to find the body…her pulse raced.
Could an obsession with Dante be the reason for the broken pattern? The messages meant for him? Lafayette. The cigarette-lighter-burned symbol on Daniel Spurrell’s chest. The images of a hooded Dante wearing the anarchy symbol around his throat, then around his wrist. If he’d been meant to find the body…her pulse raced. He’s communicating. With Dante. She was close to the killer. Closer than she’d ever been. “Does ‘Wake Up S’ mean anything —” Heather turned as two uniformed officers rounded the corner from the landing.
Fallen. As in angels? Nightbringer. Everything about De Noir seemed unearthly: his powerful presence, the gleam of gold in his black eyes, his speed as he rushed toward Étienne. 38. She smoothed her sweater. Opening the door, she stepped out into the empty hall. The front door opened as she walked into the front room. De Noir stepped through, closing the door behind him. Apprehension iced her spine. ” she asked. SAC CRAIG STEARNS SIPPED at his coffee, his zillionth of the day, as he looked out his office window into the rainy Seattle night.