Stormrage (The Storm Chronicles Book 2)
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A man, hung from a light-post in the center of Death Alley. Nude, tortured, headless and left for half-vampire Detective Raven Storm to find, it's her most challenging case to date. Ever-reliable Detective Rupert Levac and new forensic specialist Aspen stand with her as she attempts to unravel this twisted case, all the while coping with the devastating loss of family and friends butchered in the war against a hidden enemy who will stop at nothing to take Lady Valentina's throne and force Fürstin Raven to kneel by his side.
In the end, one cop will stand alone against the darkness. Darkness should start praying.
big or small the case, if you were a Mafioso you were defended by Riscassi and Levine. They handled Italian mafia cases almost exclusively. The building stood on the corner, a gleaming edifice of chrome and glass standing forty stories tall and housing all manner of scum and villainy clad in the guise of attorneys and assistants. Raven and Levac strode through the doors as if they owned the place. Just beyond the doors were a pair of metal detectors and a pair of rent-a-cops in blue and black
And we know Rayne DeGrey is alive and well, probably not too far away." "Maybe you could help us out with that?" Raven asked. "I've got a few questions to ask her." "I'm sorry? I've never been to Canada in my life and I was under the impression you killed my friend Rayne, Ms. Storm," Riscassi replied. "That's Detective, Ms. Riscassi," Raven said. "I've been cleared of that supposed murder. Whoever did your dirty work was off on their timing. My car was being blown up at about the time your
could hear the disgust in Levac's voice when he said, "I didn't know you needed to feed on people." She turned back and glared at him. "I don't feed on people, Rupert! Was that a person? No. It was a plastic bag from a hospital. And in case you hadn't noticed my abilities just saved both our lives so instead of being grossed out that I drank a little blood you could try being grateful those gunmen didn't turn your ass into a coffee strainer!" Levac was silent for a moment, guiding the Bass
tables. They sat quietly for a moment, sipping their drinks. Finally, Aspen looked up at Raven. "So… are you going to tell him?" she asked. "Tell him what?" "That he is your familiar and that's why he's still alive," Aspen replied. "Someday," Raven replied. "But not today?" Aspen pressed. Raven shook her head and looked out the window at the waking city. The hurricane had passed weeks before and the city had begun to rebuild like it always did. Chicago had withstood fires, storms, vampires
bedrooms with Raven choosing the master bedroom. The bedroom, like the kitchen, was freshly painted in pastel blue. A king-sized bed took up most of the small room, flanked by white wicker bed stands, two matching lamps and an armoire. A single door led into a walk-in closet. Raven pulled on a set of fresh gloves and began a careful search of the room. The chamber was filled with the scents of a woman; perfume, hair products, lipstick and moisturizer permeated the air, undetectable to anyone