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CHAPTER ONE

Connor held a spotting scope pressed to his eye His adrenaline flowed as he levitated high in the air He was forty feet above the witch, his heart pounding in his chest He’d tried about a dozen ti for the Tribunal Public Safety officer had finally tipped the needle into the red zone He wanted her bad

As a Border Patrol officer for Crescent Territory, he often spent ti suspects The problem was Iris Meldeere hadn’t broken the law She wasn’t part of a Five Bridges drug cartel, she didn’t traffic innocent humans into their sick world, and she definitely kept her hands off the lucrative business of running flas

For a witch, she was a model citizen

It was after ht, but he was still in the middle of his shift And he had no damn reason to be at Iris’s house, except he couldn’t help himself Not that he had plans for the future since he could never actually be with the woman As a witch, and a powerful one at that, she had the power to kill hiers

Shehis ears al to someone on her Bluetooth because both hands were constantly busy, pruning, digging, cutting, planting He’d rolled his eyes when he realized she was co with her plants Very witch or very Iris, maybe both

Apart from his bizarre need to spy on the woman, he hated witches with a passion

A witch had started this whole shitfest with a brew pot Result? Seventy thousand huone through the alter and becoinal witch had changed as well Witches were now one of the five alter species living in Five Bridges Being an alter witch or a vaenetic mutation

His own story wasn’t unusual Devastated by his wife’s death, he’d stupidly tried to numb-out with a hit of blood flame But it had been laced with the alter seru for blood The flas by themselves weren’t the culprit, only when enhanced with an alter serum

He’d gained physical strength and long-life Beyond that, he was living a night after the fla craze had hit the human population

Noas here, watching a witch who had gotten hit with an alter seru had carried the witch seruled her A lot

She wore a purple smock over her jeans and a pair of flats that looked like ballet shoes, typical brew-faring clothes for one of her kind

And he liked her in jeans She wore the and that was part of the proble in her casual investigative unifor with the for jeans He’d mentally stripped her clothes off about a thousand times He swore he knehat she looked like naked

Yeah Obsessed

And guilty as hell His kind didn’t go with her kind

His kind killed witches, wizards and anything else that dared to smash up herbs and throw them in a cauldron, or cast spells, or worse, kill with the tips of their fingers Witches, like Iris, were a danger to vampires and shifters She should be offed, like all herkind

Yet, here he was, floating above her garden, so quiet he’d never be heard not even by another va the woman

Iris had that feeling again across the top of her shoulders that a va her She had excellent instincts, but every tiht sky, nothing

She also had an instinct about who the vampire was James Connor, also known as Officer Connor, of the Crescent Territory Border Patrol

Yep, Connor was here again, which caused her heart to beat hard in her chest Vampires killed witches as often as they could, but in this case an attack wasn’t what she feared

No, the dull thuds of her pulse ainst all reason, small tendrils of pure desire hs and curled around her sex

A year ago, she’d seen Connor at a crime scene, one that involved a couple of human children Until that moment, she would never have believed a vaht that the alter had removed all tender emotions from those humans who had become vampire

That night, she’d been called to the saes Tribunal, the central governing organization for which she worked She served as a Tribunal Public Safety officer and as such couldall five territo

ries without toothe five alter species was rampant

At the crime scene, with so many vampires present, she’d reather data