were combing the hair of the younger girls, while many of the older boys were showing some of the much younger ones their prized possessions: knives, magical coins and the like.
The adults were not quite as resilient. Many of them had been dealt a blow from which it would take a very long time to recover.
Nico and Sebastian were working together to dismember the bodies of those who had died from the rogue’s attack. Her heart squeezed painfully as she watched them, her father and her lover.
These were the two men who mattered most to her in the entire world and she had been afraid that they would never reconcile their differences; that they would always remain enemies.
Everything that was important to her was right here: her people, her need for justice, and her never-before-realized desire to love and be loved by a man like Sebastian. Everything she loved was threatened, everything she held dear was at risk.
At that moment Cara knew what ka really was. She knew that her destiny was to protect as best she could. Her dream of being a prosecutor was not over, at least not yet, but there were larger injustices in her world, and that was where she had to start. Until this was over, until her people and her love were safe, everything else would have to wait.
That knowledge brought sorrow to her heart, but she withstood it. When this was over there would be time for what she really wanted and needed. At least, she hoped so.
Nothing was guaranteed. Nobody was safe. All they could do at this moment was fight as hard and as long as they could to withstand the tide of the rogues and the darkness that they threatened to bring with them.
CHAPTER 3
Cara was tired. They all were. They knew they could not stay there. They had worked as quickly as possible in order to clean up the carnage, but eventually someone would report the fire and the gunshots, if they had not already.
To try to hide the evidence, Cara and several other women cast a spell across the burial grounds to make the earth flat and smooth, betraying none of the bodies that lay beneath it.
They couldn’t do anything about the stink of cordite that lay heavy on the air or the piles of ashes that drifted heavenward. They hastily swept away the bits of broken glass from the outside of the circle so that it would not damage the tires of their vehicles, then each family limped off into the night.
Sebastian helped Cara aboard his bike. He climbed on in front of her and she wrapped her arms around his lean waist. The bike rumbled to life, sending powerful vibrations throughout her entire body. She leaned forward, resting her cheek against his broad back, smelling the scent of sweat and blood. Her eyes closed as the bike glided smoothly over the asphalt and out onto the highway beyond.
They were traveling in and amongst both Fallen and Tribe. The bikes were huddled together between the RVs and other vehicles. Everyone seemed intent on protecting that them: the new Queen of the entire Tribe and the new King of this particular pack of Fallen.
Cara wasn’t thinking about any of that. All she was thinking about was the easy way that Sebastian rode that deep-throated motorcycle across the land. Her body reacted instinctively to his every motion. When he leaned, she leaned. Her thighs and arms tightened as they took the curves quickly; Sebastian was an accomplished rider and he never let her fall.
The vibrations continued to rumble up, stroking along her almost naked lower body. The sensations were decadent and irresistible. Her nipples hardened and her ass cheeks clenched as she struggled to keep her juices from spilling out onto the leather of his seat.
The long scarves and wraps the she had worn to dance were scant protection against the wind that was buffeting against them, but his body was a bulwark against the worst of it. The tears that she could not allow anyone else to see fell from her eyes and soaked into his t-shirt. He took one hand off the handlebars long
The adults were not quite as resilient. Many of them had been dealt a blow from which it would take a very long time to recover.
Nico and Sebastian were working together to dismember the bodies of those who had died from the rogue’s attack. Her heart squeezed painfully as she watched them, her father and her lover.
These were the two men who mattered most to her in the entire world and she had been afraid that they would never reconcile their differences; that they would always remain enemies.
Everything that was important to her was right here: her people, her need for justice, and her never-before-realized desire to love and be loved by a man like Sebastian. Everything she loved was threatened, everything she held dear was at risk.
At that moment Cara knew what ka really was. She knew that her destiny was to protect as best she could. Her dream of being a prosecutor was not over, at least not yet, but there were larger injustices in her world, and that was where she had to start. Until this was over, until her people and her love were safe, everything else would have to wait.
That knowledge brought sorrow to her heart, but she withstood it. When this was over there would be time for what she really wanted and needed. At least, she hoped so.
Nothing was guaranteed. Nobody was safe. All they could do at this moment was fight as hard and as long as they could to withstand the tide of the rogues and the darkness that they threatened to bring with them.
CHAPTER 3
Cara was tired. They all were. They knew they could not stay there. They had worked as quickly as possible in order to clean up the carnage, but eventually someone would report the fire and the gunshots, if they had not already.
To try to hide the evidence, Cara and several other women cast a spell across the burial grounds to make the earth flat and smooth, betraying none of the bodies that lay beneath it.
They couldn’t do anything about the stink of cordite that lay heavy on the air or the piles of ashes that drifted heavenward. They hastily swept away the bits of broken glass from the outside of the circle so that it would not damage the tires of their vehicles, then each family limped off into the night.
Sebastian helped Cara aboard his bike. He climbed on in front of her and she wrapped her arms around his lean waist. The bike rumbled to life, sending powerful vibrations throughout her entire body. She leaned forward, resting her cheek against his broad back, smelling the scent of sweat and blood. Her eyes closed as the bike glided smoothly over the asphalt and out onto the highway beyond.
They were traveling in and amongst both Fallen and Tribe. The bikes were huddled together between the RVs and other vehicles. Everyone seemed intent on protecting that them: the new Queen of the entire Tribe and the new King of this particular pack of Fallen.
Cara wasn’t thinking about any of that. All she was thinking about was the easy way that Sebastian rode that deep-throated motorcycle across the land. Her body reacted instinctively to his every motion. When he leaned, she leaned. Her thighs and arms tightened as they took the curves quickly; Sebastian was an accomplished rider and he never let her fall.
The vibrations continued to rumble up, stroking along her almost naked lower body. The sensations were decadent and irresistible. Her nipples hardened and her ass cheeks clenched as she struggled to keep her juices from spilling out onto the leather of his seat.
The long scarves and wraps the she had worn to dance were scant protection against the wind that was buffeting against them, but his body was a bulwark against the worst of it. The tears that she could not allow anyone else to see fell from her eyes and soaked into his t-shirt. He took one hand off the handlebars long
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