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When Jace is stabbed by a fae assassin, Evie takes the sexy shifter into her home—and her heart. But now she's the fae's new target—and the Darktime isn't over.
*Best Shifter Novel of 2018 ~ Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer's Choice Awards*
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Someone was watching her. Evie gripped her keys and glanced around.
Across the alley, a pair of luminous green eyes stared at her from the shadows.
Her heart kicked into a gallop. “Jace? Is that you?”
Please let it be him.
He stepped out of the shadows. She blew out a breath. It was Jace.
He crossed the alley in a few long, loose strides. An atavistic tremor went down her spine. This was the real Jace—and he was nothing like the injured, feverish victim of last week.
No, this man was dark. Powerful. Raw-boned.
A panther in a T-shirt and jeans.
She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, because damn it, she’d saved the man’s life. She refused to let him spook her.
He stopped a few feet away. “Hello, Evie.”
He was bigger than she remembered, but then, last week he’d been hunched over nursing his injuries. Now she realized he was a good half foot taller than her with the lean, hard build of a soldier. Another shiver went down her spine—but this one had nothing to do with fear.
"I wanted to thank you."
She shrugged. "I would've done the same for anyone."
He stepped closer, a slow, graceful ripple of his muscles. "Would you? Have done the same for anyone?"
Her mouth dried. "Yes."
Their gazes snagged, and Jace smiled—not with his lips, but with his eyes. The corners creased in a way that made her stomach flip. "You have a good heart."
Across the alley, a pair of luminous green eyes stared at her from the shadows.
Her heart kicked into a gallop. “Jace? Is that you?”
Please let it be him.
He stepped out of the shadows. She blew out a breath. It was Jace.
He crossed the alley in a few long, loose strides. An atavistic tremor went down her spine. This was the real Jace—and he was nothing like the injured, feverish victim of last week.
No, this man was dark. Powerful. Raw-boned.
A panther in a T-shirt and jeans.
She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, because damn it, she’d saved the man’s life. She refused to let him spook her.
He stopped a few feet away. “Hello, Evie.”
He was bigger than she remembered, but then, last week he’d been hunched over nursing his injuries. Now she realized he was a good half foot taller than her with the lean, hard build of a soldier. Another shiver went down her spine—but this one had nothing to do with fear.
"I wanted to thank you."
She shrugged. "I would've done the same for anyone."
He stepped closer, a slow, graceful ripple of his muscles. "Would you? Have done the same for anyone?"
Her mouth dried. "Yes."
Their gazes snagged, and Jace smiled—not with his lips, but with his eyes. The corners creased in a way that made her stomach flip. "You have a good heart."
She smoothed her hands down her pants, painfully aware that she was still in her server uniform—straight black slacks and a white button-up shirt. And she probably smelled funky; it had been a busy night at the restaurant.
He fiddled with the hoop in her left earlobe. "But you should be more careful, living alone with only a young kid like your brother."
"I've known most of the neighbors for years. We look out for each other."
"Yeah? That's good. I'm glad you have someone, at least." Those beautiful eyes were fixed on her mouth, making her lips tingle. She had the curious sensation they were having two conversations, one aloud, one silent.
Desire fluttered in her belly. Her fingers flexed. She itched to run her lips over the golden-brown skin of his throat...taste him. Breathe in his spicy male scent. Already she recognized it. She could be in a pitch-black room and she'd know it was Jace.