Someone wants me dead.
Yeah, okay, what’s new? The question is—is it the witches, the demigods or the shifters?

Dex will do anything to keep his prized possession safe. Bain, I can’t read him, but he smells of lust. For me. Knox’s smouldering glances tell me more than words, but whose side is he on?

Then there’s Devlin and Slade, to complicate things.

Or to make them more deadly.

I know the guys want me as much as I want them, but before we can get hot and sweaty, I need to know I can trust them. And to do that, they’ll need to trust me.

Even if I deceive them all.