Nazareth just grinned at her. “There will be," he said. He leaned back in his chair, taking his cup in his hand and holding it in front of him. “Look, I know you want out, but Tharon just took that away from you. He will keep coming after you. He won't be able to help himself." Nazareth shrugged, lifting the cup to his lips. “And people are dying. We need to stop him from killing more." He watched her as he took a sip of his coffee.
Laci just stared at him, not sure what else to say. They were forcing her back into the fight, a fight she didn't ask for and wanted to avoid. She now knew how Rhychard Bartlett felt when the faerie realm drafted him into their battle. There was no way out once they had you in their sights. “I'm not even sure how to fight someone in my dreams," she said, her s
