Available: eXtasy Books
Blurb:
When Rayce finds he has two paths before him, the unknown
consequences is the only alternative to help the man he loves survive.
Rayce is sent on a recon mission to find out if hellhounds are in
Lansing. What he discovers on his way is his mate, Peyton, has followed him
into the very heart of danger.
Peyton has loved Rayce from the moment Rayce saved him. He knows
he probably shouldn’t be following Rayce, but the instinct driving him to
protect the man he has already fallen for causes him to go recklessly into the
city. All is not as it seems, and Peyton will have to find strength to survive
not only for himself but his mate and friends as well.
Excerpt:
Peyton watched as Deacon held the
phone to his ear and frowned while listening to someone or some message. Did
something happen to Rayce?
Deacon disconnected before walking
back and sitting back down on the stool. “It appears that we have a welcoming
party waiting for us. They told us what house we’re supposed to meet them at.”
Shit. “Is Rayce pissed?”
Deacon shrugged. “I got a message from
Malach. He didn’t seem pissed; just said he wanted you in a safe location. I’m
not sure about Rayce. I bet he’s not too happy that his mate is putting himself
in danger even if it is a recon mission. What would have happened if you would
have…” Deacon glanced over his shoulder before whispering, “…run into one of
them?”
Peyton hadn’t thought of it. He had
only thought of losing Rayce. Fear all but clouded his commonsense since the
attacks.
Staring down at his hands, Peyton
shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking about me.”
Deacon nudged him. “You need to start.
There are two people in a mating, and they need to take care of each other and
themselves. Never forget yourself, okay?”
Their food arrived, but Peyton had all
but lost his appetite. He could go back and let Rayce do his job, but just as
he thought that, a horrible gut feeling hit him again. He almost fell out of
the chair as the panic set in. He just knew…dammit, he knew something was off
about all this. He just couldn’t fucking figure it out.
“Hey, Peyton, look at me.” Deacon
turned him on the stool.
Peyton’s breathing was erratic and out
of control.
“What’s going on?” Deacon’s voice was
alarmed.
“Panic,” Peyton rasped. He didn’t want
to do this here, not in public for everyone to see. Clambering out of his seat,
he all but ran to the restroom in the hallway. After pushing the door open, he
went straight for the sinks and leaned on the counter while his hands shook
uncontrollably to turn on the cold tap. Leaning down, he splashed water over
his face, trying to slow his breathing.
He looked up at his reflection. Water
dripped down his chin, and hell, he looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept in
days. He hadn’t, but he didn’t want to appear that way. For the first time in
weeks, Peyton stared at his features. His blue eyes, which used to hold so much
amusement, looked haunted, older. ****, he’d changed a lot in the last couple
months.
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