by S. Massery
I take a small step backwards as Jackson kneels down and presses his forehead against the granite.
“I’m sorry, old friend,” he whispers. “I never should’ve let you talk us into that pact. I should’ve been here—”
A figure catches my attention. The man walks toward us slowly, climbing the hill. There aren’t true hills in New York City except for this one, in the rolling cemetery. The man wears a trench coat. A trench coat straight out of a horror movie. There’s an umbrella blocking his face.
I leap toward Jackson, fumbling for the gun in his shoulder holster, but there’s too much fabric between us.
“Delia, what are you doing?”
“Jackson,” I snap back, fear making my words like razors.
He scrambles to his feet when he sees the man. In one motion, he tucks me behind him and draws his weapon.
The man keeps coming at a lazy pace and stops a few feet away. The umbrella lifts, and he looks straight at Jackson. I feel him shudder in front of me.
“About time,” the man says. “You can put that away.”
Jackson cocks his head. “Is this a fucking joke?”
The man sighs. “I’m trying to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”
“Jackson?” I ask, edging out beside him. His face is pale. The muscle in his jaw jumps.
“Delia,” the man answers. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Bewilderment races through me. My eyes bounce between them like a ping pong match.
“I’m sorry, do I know…”
“It’s Wyatt,” Jackson says.
I look down at the stone that is supposed to mark where. Wyatt James Pierce. And here he is, in the flesh. Grinning at us like he’s sixteen years old and has pulled an innocent prank. There’s something predatory lurking under that grin, layered in with the affection.
“How do you know me?”
Wyatt shrugs. His eyes twinkle. The world would bend over backwards to see him smile. He is so very, very alive.
I put my hand on my belly. The need to protect our new child is fierce. Wyatt storming back into Jackson’s life… A wave of anxiety almost knocks me over. From what I’ve learned, Wyatt was the most cunning of them all. For him to show himself now—it can’t be good. In fact, it’s probably going to be very, very bad.
Jackson takes my hand and squeezes. It’s going to be okay, he says through touch.
Wyatt closes his umbrella as lightning flashes above us. He says, “We have a lot to catch up on, and not a lot of time. I hope you’re ready for this, Skye.”
END OF BOOK ONE
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Also by S. Massery
Angel of Death (Broken Mercenaries, #2)
GRIFFIN
I’ve been living in the darkness for so long, I’ve forgotten what the light feels like.
Secrecy has kept me alive, because the amount of people who want me dead? Let's just say it's a long list. When my identity gets into the wrong hands, the person I hold most dear in the world is thrown into danger. Shedding my darkness and rescuing Hadley from my enemies is an easy choice to make.
If only I didn’t have to rescue her from herself, as well.
HADLEY
My guardian angel—the boy I almost fell in love with—disappeared five years ago.
When he returns, hunting men who want to use me against him, my relief is overshadowed by doubt. I’ve been holding onto my own secrets for far too long, and learning to trust Griffin again doesn’t come easily. He wants to sweep me away to Europe, where I always dreamed of going, to keep me safe.
If only my dream wasn’t about to turn into a nightmare.
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Also by S. Massery
Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals, #1)
As a kid, she crushed my dreams to dust.
She tore both of our families apart with one confession, ending any chance of happiness for either of us and setting off a ripple effect of chaos.
Now she’s back as the new girl in school, and she doesn’t suspect the war that’s coming. She doesn’t realize the anger I’ve been harboring.
I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to ruin her life, and it’s finally here.
Because even traitors sleep—and I’m going to make sure she only dreams of me.
Then I’m going to destroy her.
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Also by S. Massery
Fallen Royals Series (Dark High School Bully Romance)
Wicked Dreams
Wicked Games
Broken Mercenaries Series (Romantic Suspense)
Blood Sky
Angel of Death
Morning Star
Something Special Series (Contemporary Romance)
Something Special
Something Sacred
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Acknowledgments
Thanks, Mom, for reading this book and loving it way more than any of the other ones (even the naughty bits). Your support is invaluable and always appreciated. Thanks to my dad for not reading this book (especially the naughty bits). I love your blind support.
A quick list of people I’ve vented to while writing this book: Rebecca, Ashley and Annalise, Elle, Amber, my (fantastic) reader group, and anyone else who would listen.
Conversely, that same list is responsible for cheering me on, for believing in Blood Sky and believing in Jackson and Delia, and I’m SO appreciative. Seriously. I’m one lucky gal.
To my editors, JD Book Services and Paige Sayer Proofreading, thank you for helping me polish this baby until it shone.
And last, readers, this is all for you. I hope you’re ready for what comes next.
About the Author
S. Massery is a romantic suspense and contemporary romance author. She lives in Western Massachusetts with her dog, Alice.
Before adventuring into the world of writing, she went to college in Boston and held a wide variety of jobs—including working on a dude ranch in Wyoming (a personal highlight). She has a love affair with coffee and chocolate. When S. Massery isn’t writing, she can be found devouring books, playing outside with her dog, or trying to make people smile.
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