Hayes

ypted file Zane had sent. The dossier on Dorian was terrifyingly thorough, de

and unforgiving. His silver-gray eyes seemed to see right through the camera, right through to

in red: Subject is suffering from advanced

rd, my eyes scanning for loopholes, before signing my name. Fifteen percent of Hayes

cliffs where Caroline had fallen. With the ag

ing, I retrieved a small, rolled-up cloth from a hidden compartment in my suitcase. Inside was a

or, avoiding everyone, and drove

k with the smell of salt and sea. I walked to the edge of the

n. An accident. I never believed it. Caroline was one o

e damp earth for anything out of place. My gaze snagged

and dug into the mud. My fingers c

p, inlaid with a si

ine for her birthday. She never took it off. The clasp was bent

ere was a

washing over me. At that moment, a sound cut through the

pped to my stomach and

cked with violent tremors. He wore a white shirt, now soaked and clinging to a broad, muscular back.

as D

me cold could temporarily alleviate the symptoms of h

. A chance to observe h

e cliffside by local fishermen and

pped his head around, his silver-gray eyes glowing w

ehead slick with sweat. The powerf

was a raw, guttural ras

t mix of sea salt, cold pine, and something else... the faint, metallic tang of

betrayed him. He staggered and f

he snarled, a

way. "You need help,"

humorless laugh.

loth pouch from my pocket, unrolling i

g intent exploded from him. "What do you think you're doing?" The wol

wolf was the ultimate pr

erous gaze wit

"Or watching you die here, con

trying to figure out who I was, what I w

a standoff, one man in agony, one woman

llapse. "Who sent you?" he asked, his voice laced

s enemies. Good. A misunderstanding was

forward and knelt, bringi

his long eyelashes, the bloodless line of his li

ilver needle, holdi