stries hissed open, and the

Silas, my heels clicking a sharp, defiant rhythm on the marble. I was wearing a new suit-navy, sharp-edge

voice barely audible. "Look at the elevator. You'

ng my eyes forward. "You're not the one everyo

it. It keeps the

He didn't touch me, but the air in the small space became heavy, saturated with his scent. He stood too close, his presen

that dark, Alpha register. "They've heard about the 'Security Breach' at the o

only one who found the missing million in the Mercer a

't be the secretary tod

shoulders broad, his aura so dominant that the receptionists visibly

mahogany table, their faces grim. At the head of the table sat Arthur, the olde

. "We were beginning to think you weren't comi

ed to the head of the table and slid my tablet into the central hub, projecting the Mercer files onto the wall-sized scre

rnal security report says there was an incident here two nights ago. Blood was fou

e table. He didn't look at Arthur; he looked at me. "Ms. Reyes has the floor. I suggest yo

rmth that made the air shimmer. I opened the files, my fingers fl

sensation crawl

nt of rot and old iron. One of the people at this t

searching for the gold in their eyes, but they all looked human. Then,

er p

al blow. They weren't here for a mee

Silas would scent it, and the beast behind his eyes wo

he marble lobby, "the trail leads back to a series of shell c

of a thunderstorm. My skin started to crawl, the silver light under my fingernails pulsing in a rapid, frant

d, his voice smooth, but I saw the way hi

I said, turning t

ith a crack that sounded like a gunshot. The professional CEO was gone. His eyes were p

in the glasses on the table ripple. "Explain why my s

Your Anchor is sharp, Silas. A little too sharp for a human. But it doesn't matter. Th

al from his pocket and smas

vous system. I watched Silas stumble, his hand catching the table as the gold in his eyes flickered and

creamed, lun

itting the floor. He looked at me, his f

aving you,"

mine-and apparently, his weaknesses weren't. I grabbed a heavy glass carafe from the table and shat

his hand. "The Silver Moon falls today. And I'll s

elt a surge of heat from the bond, a wild, electric power that shot from

ice sounding deeper, layered with a gro

ur l

he world had slowed down for me. I didn't see the room anymore; I saw threa

silver blade toward my chest, I stepped into h

ilver light expl

oor-to-ceiling glass window with a sickening thud. The reinforced pane spider-webbed but didn't break. He s

cond glance. I dropped

! Look

eins like a poison grid. He was gasping, his lungs se

ingers clawing at the carpet. "

ng anything b

ed-the Alpha's power-recoiling, looking for a way home. It was too much for me; i

y forehead

the energy. Take the life. I a

in my mind, the one I'd been keeping slammed shut since that

t surged from my chest into his. Silas arched off the floor, his ey

cinerated. The air pressure dropped so sharply the remai

his body absorbing the silver light until his skin regained its bronze glow. His breath

arms wrapping around me with a grip that

o my hair, his voice thick with r

mber poison him," I retorted, though I was shaking so ha

at Arthur, who was groaning on the floor, then back at me. The predatory Ice King

Silas said, his voice echoin

cameras or the ruined office. He walked straight toward the door, his hand findi

"Clean up the boardroom. And bring the se

I asked, my witty mind trying

door as it slid shut. "We have twenty-four hours until the full moon. And