Extraits

Chapter 2

THE FOUR OF us slid off Blaz’s back as he reared up and spread his wings. His neck arched back as if he would blast the intruder with his flames. A flash of red and gold, violet eyes, and a wingspan that matched Blaz’s, stunned me. A dragon, yes, but one we knew well. “Ophelia, what the fuck are you doing here?”

The female dragon ducked her head, drawing closer, but keeping her body in a submissive posture. I came here to heal.

Blaz snorted. You mean to hide.

Her violet eyes blazed and she slammed her head upward and into his exposed throat, sending him tumbling backward. I may no longer have a rider, but I can still kick your ass, Blaz.

Their argument was broadcasted to all of us by the look on Erik’s and Coyote’s faces. Erik was fighting a smile, and Coyote just shook his head as he muttered, “Dragons.”

Chapter 1

THE WIND COURSED around us, over Blaz’s wings and then swirling through my hair. Another day, perhaps the cold would have chilled me deep into my bones. But not that day.

Not with having said goodbye to Liam. Not with having to leave him behind in the fire, burning so that we might live.

We. I clutched my middle, still processing that I was pregnant.

Zane, Milly’s child, snuggled into his blankets and I held him tightly. His green eyes were wide as they took in the clouds blistering past us. He wore the fire opal, which kept his tiny body warm against that cold, and holding him, I caught the tail end of that heat. I touched his forehead, running my finger down the bridge of his nose, his skin so very soft. His green eyes blinked closed and then slowly opened. I did it again, twice more and his eyes stayed closed. At least he was safe now; Orion wouldn’t find him. Wouldn’t be able to possess him.

I lay my right hand on my mid-section once more while I cradled Zane with my left arm. How could it be that I was so oblivious to my own body over the last few months? Looking back, I could see the signs. The excess fatigue, the strange nausea now and again, the way my heart was so damn tender.

"Mon nom est Rylee, je suis la Traqueuse."

Quand des enfants disparaissent et que les humains n'ont pas de piste, je suis celle qu'ils appellent. Je suis leur dernière chance de les ramener à la maison. Je sauve ce qu'ils ne peuvent pas.

Alors que la nuit tombe, mon cœur sent comme si il n'allait jamais pouvoir être réparé. Mais il y a trop de vies qui reposent sur ma capacité de fonctionner au mieux.

Alors je fais avec. Et je découvre qu'il me reste de la combativité.

A présent, il me reste une dernière tâche à accomplir avant de pouvoir me reposer: je dois trouver les ingrédients du sort. Un sort qui pourra aider à guérir nombre de mes blessures.

Mais ce ne sont seulement pas mes blessures que je dois refermer. Celles de ma sœur se sont ouvertes...et peut être plus surprenant encore, celles d'un autre vampire aussi.

"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker."

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.

When the dust settles, my heart feels as though it will never be pieced back together. But there are too many lives riding on my ability to function at my best.

So I push through. And I find that I still have some fight left in me.

Now I have one last task before I can rest: to find the simple ingredients of a spell. A spell that will help heal much of my wounds.

But it is not only my injuries that I have to stitch closed. My sister's wounds have broken open . . . and perhaps most surprising of all so do another vampire's.