Dru pounded toward the end of the alley, breathing hard, smiling so wide it made her cheeks ache. Greyson was back. Nothing else mattered.
Then everything inside her shattered as Hellbringer’s tires spun, shrieking on the wet pavement. The black car turned onto the street and rocketed out of sight around the corner, its engine roaring away.
Had he seen her? Why would he leave?
She ran to the end of the alley, but Hellbringer was already gone, as if it had never existed. Nothing was left but the sound of its engine throttling up into the distance.
Was that really Greyson?
Was he alive?
Was he human again . . . or something else?
Dru sagged against the wet brick wall, oblivious to the cold rain pounding on her head, plastering down her hair, raising goose bumps on her skin.
She puffed clouds of fog into the chilly air, trying to catch her breath, and stared down the length of the empty street, where nothing moved but raindrops hitting the puddles.
She would find him again, she swore to herself. She would never stop looking.
Not until the end of the world.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book would not exist without the steadfast determination and encouragement of Kristin Nelson, a true gem among literary agents.
I’d also like to thank the whole team at Nelson Literary Agency for their sterling work over the years: Lori Bennett, Angie Hodapp, James Persichetti, and even Chutney the Wonder Dog.
Extra special thanks to Rene Sears, for her consistent insight and editorial vision.
Thanks also to the fine folks at Pyr for making this book possible.
Heartfelt thanks to all of my fellow writers and critique group members, here in Colorado and around the world, for their insightful feedback and for their friendship.
Finally, words cannot express my gratitude to my lovely wife, Cyndi, for her unflagging support, tireless wisdom, and boundless faith.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Author photo © Kelly Weaver Photography
Laurence MacNaughton grew up in a creaky old colonial house in Connecticut that he’s pretty sure was haunted. He’s been a bookseller, printer, copywriter, and (somewhat randomly) a prototype vehicle test driver. When he’s not writing, he bikes and hikes the Rocky Mountains, explores ghost towns, and wrenches on old cars. His books include It Happened One Doomsday, The Spider Thief, and Conspiracy of Angels. Visit him online at www.LaurenceMacNaughton.com.
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