Series: Crossing Realms #2
on November 30th, 2016
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Hell bent on avenging his own death, former Keeper Dev Geary eagerly accepts when the Watchers task him with returning to the human realm to discover the secret for rendering Similitude—the very thing that killed him.
But to succeed in the seven days he’s been granted, he’ll need to work with the one human who wants nothing to do with him, and who he can’t help falling for—Meda Gabriel, a cagey, street smart bar owner with a unique skill set, and maybe, the key to his mission.
With the clock ticking and the Betrayers barely a step behind, can Dev conquer his demons and find the answers the clan so desperately needs, with Meda at his side? Can love find a way, or will he be forced to abandon her and the clan, leaving them all to face imminent destruction?
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Loves her German Shephard, Tan
Knowledgeable about healing crystals
Has a few cool tattoos
Never completed any formal schooling but has a head full of scientific knowledge
That gave her a measure of relief. Even without aid of her ability, oddly enough, she knew with absolute certainty Dev wasn’t here to hurt her or she’d have considered calling the police.
She stood and paced. The low-profile life she’d adopted in recent years, coupled with her childhood aversion to authority, had her second guessing herself. She didn’t want anyone poking into her business. Plus, there’d be no keeping it from Musko, and she didn’t want to worry him any more than she already had.
Dev watched her with laser focus, his expression unblinking, unreadable.
She’d been right about the man, and his energy. Both were hell bent.
So, what now?
As if in answer to her silent question, Dev slowly lifted his hands and placed them on Tan’s hindquarters.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
The stone around his neck glowed.
Not in pain. Like he did when she rubbed his belly.
Tan released his jaws from around Dev’s neck, slid off his chest, and bounded across the apartment, his tail wagging.
The way he’d done two years ago. When Musko first brought him home.
The whole thing happened in less than ten seconds. Meda clapped a hand over her mouth, ignored the sheen of sweat slicking her limbs. She stared. At Tan. At Dev. “Oh my God.”
Dev rose, adjusted the stone around his neck, which no longer glowed, she noted. He took a step toward her. She took a step back. Without her three-inch heels, he stood a head taller than her five-eight. He strode forward, crowding her. His eyes hot and green and intent on hers, his presence filled the room with zero charm and one hundred percent defiance.
He spoke, danger skirting the edge of his voice. “Do you have time to talk to me now?”
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