by Amber Riley
Things were about to change whether I liked it or not. One thing I knew for sure was that I wasn’t going back to Spain alive, but another thing I knew was that they weren’t going to stop trying. I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for them. If Phoenix was trying to pull something off in Italy, then I was going to be there to stop it. Two could play at that game.
“Make your phone calls,” I told Max. “I’m going back with you.”
“No way,” Flo snapped. “I’m not going on a suicide mission.”
“No one is asking you to.” I stepped over broken glass and pillow stuffing to get to the stairs. My room had better be in one piece. The sun was going to be up soon.
“I hate Europe,” Flo grumbled. “You’d better not screw me over, Iustitia. After this, I never want to see one of you again.”
He smiled with relief and hurried after me, holding out his hand. I looked at him but kept my arms at my sides. I might have been going over there to help, but I didn’t have to like it. And I certainly didn’t have to get friendly with any of them.
“So you’re coming with us then?” Stu nudged Flo.
It was going to be a long trip with those two tagging along. There was nothing like traveling with overgrown children, but the help would be nice.
Alex came out of my bedroom and shut the door behind him. He walked quietly down the stairs and stopped right in front of us. “I’m going with you,” he said seriously, glaring at me.
“Alex, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I started.
“I’m not asking,” he said. “Someone’s got to make sure they don’t try to stake you during the day.”
“Werewolves?” Max asked.
I smiled to myself. “Is that a problem?”
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Title Page
Copyright Page
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
