overcoming
his addiction to the dark had dissipated long ago. But if there was still a
chance for his other brothers, Denn and Noah, he’d take it. No risk too great
for family. If it was true…
Cash found it hard to believe that, after all these years, a
new piece of the prophecy had been found. Was there a reason they'd only
learned part of it? How had it gotten lost, and why did it take all these years
to solve it? Had no one in the family known? Or had his uncle known all along
and had only needed someone to solve the riddle of the Tarot?
These unanswered questions had him pulling his bike in a
sharp swerve across two lanes to reach the shoulder of the road. With his pulse
racing and his blood pumping hard it was difficult to concentrate.
“That's it. Someone does know. That son of a bitch. I'd bet
money that dear Uncle Scott knows a whole hell of a lot more than he ever let
on.”
Chapter
One
Selene raced down the highway, pushing her motorcycle to its
screaming limits. The wind bit at her around the full-face helmet she wore. Her
Busa roared underneath her, vibrating against her legs and arousing her like a
good man could. She needed this—the cool air, the rush of speed, and the
open road. Staying in one place too long was always a bad idea.
With the open road came the freedom she craved, allowing her
to leave all her troubles behind. At least, until they caught up with her
again. No matter how hard she ran it would only be a matter of time before her
past snared her once again.
Without warning a dark, powerful force slammed into her,
taking her breath away. With its intensity her bike wavered, losing control.
She white-knuckled the handgrips, forcing the bike to her own will to save
herself from a high-speed crash. Her foot slid on the peg before her boots dug
in, saving her from losing traction. Her limbs started to heat, an instinctive
reaction, even giving off a slight glow.
What the fuck?
Using every ounce of strength she possessed, she fought to
keep the bike upright as it leaned closer to the ground. The rough asphalt
loomed in her vision. The muscles in her arms and shoulders stretched and
burned with the extra effort. Damn, this is going to hurt.
As her body inched closer to the highway she felt the loose
rocks bouncing against her helmet. She couldn't stop it now, the bike was
sliding to the ground in an irreversible slow motion as she continued to race
down the highway.
A flash of light to her left side startled her as she bumped
against a soft but invisible barrier, which stopped her fall. Someone—or
something—was holding her up from the pavement.
“Take my hand.”
The command startled her as she turned her head away from
the pavement and saw a hand reaching out to her through something, a bubble of
sorts, that surrounded his arm with a crackle of blue energy. Unable to stop
and think about what the hell was going on around her, other than she was about
to become a lump of road rash, she grasped the offered hand. More than
anything, she didn't want to eat pavement tonight.
When her hand connected with his skin, the darkness she'd
felt slammed into her, stronger than before, consuming her. She looked past the
hand pulling her up into the most intense brown eyes she'd ever seen. No, not
brown, a dark amber. Mesmerized, she held his gaze as her body heated in
defense pushing back against the darkness threatening her.
As he pulled her and the bike upright again, their forward
motion on their bikes helped them come sliding to a stop. She let go of his
hand and tumbled to the ground, rolling away in time before her bike fell on
top of her.
The heat built in her fast, whipping up and out of control
as she fought to rein it in. Her head buzzed with the overload of energy. It
was too late. She jerked her helmet off, struggling for deep, cleansing
breaths. Control. Have to stop it. Flames erupted from the ground around her,
circling her.
“What the hell?” The stranger ripped off
his addiction to the dark had dissipated long ago. But if there was still a
chance for his other brothers, Denn and Noah, he’d take it. No risk too great
for family. If it was true…
Cash found it hard to believe that, after all these years, a
new piece of the prophecy had been found. Was there a reason they'd only
learned part of it? How had it gotten lost, and why did it take all these years
to solve it? Had no one in the family known? Or had his uncle known all along
and had only needed someone to solve the riddle of the Tarot?
These unanswered questions had him pulling his bike in a
sharp swerve across two lanes to reach the shoulder of the road. With his pulse
racing and his blood pumping hard it was difficult to concentrate.
“That's it. Someone does know. That son of a bitch. I'd bet
money that dear Uncle Scott knows a whole hell of a lot more than he ever let
on.”
Chapter
One
Selene raced down the highway, pushing her motorcycle to its
screaming limits. The wind bit at her around the full-face helmet she wore. Her
Busa roared underneath her, vibrating against her legs and arousing her like a
good man could. She needed this—the cool air, the rush of speed, and the
open road. Staying in one place too long was always a bad idea.
With the open road came the freedom she craved, allowing her
to leave all her troubles behind. At least, until they caught up with her
again. No matter how hard she ran it would only be a matter of time before her
past snared her once again.
Without warning a dark, powerful force slammed into her,
taking her breath away. With its intensity her bike wavered, losing control.
She white-knuckled the handgrips, forcing the bike to her own will to save
herself from a high-speed crash. Her foot slid on the peg before her boots dug
in, saving her from losing traction. Her limbs started to heat, an instinctive
reaction, even giving off a slight glow.
What the fuck?
Using every ounce of strength she possessed, she fought to
keep the bike upright as it leaned closer to the ground. The rough asphalt
loomed in her vision. The muscles in her arms and shoulders stretched and
burned with the extra effort. Damn, this is going to hurt.
As her body inched closer to the highway she felt the loose
rocks bouncing against her helmet. She couldn't stop it now, the bike was
sliding to the ground in an irreversible slow motion as she continued to race
down the highway.
A flash of light to her left side startled her as she bumped
against a soft but invisible barrier, which stopped her fall. Someone—or
something—was holding her up from the pavement.
“Take my hand.”
The command startled her as she turned her head away from
the pavement and saw a hand reaching out to her through something, a bubble of
sorts, that surrounded his arm with a crackle of blue energy. Unable to stop
and think about what the hell was going on around her, other than she was about
to become a lump of road rash, she grasped the offered hand. More than
anything, she didn't want to eat pavement tonight.
When her hand connected with his skin, the darkness she'd
felt slammed into her, stronger than before, consuming her. She looked past the
hand pulling her up into the most intense brown eyes she'd ever seen. No, not
brown, a dark amber. Mesmerized, she held his gaze as her body heated in
defense pushing back against the darkness threatening her.
As he pulled her and the bike upright again, their forward
motion on their bikes helped them come sliding to a stop. She let go of his
hand and tumbled to the ground, rolling away in time before her bike fell on
top of her.
The heat built in her fast, whipping up and out of control
as she fought to rein it in. Her head buzzed with the overload of energy. It
was too late. She jerked her helmet off, struggling for deep, cleansing
breaths. Control. Have to stop it. Flames erupted from the ground around her,
circling her.
“What the hell?” The stranger ripped off
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