Redemption: Alchemy Series Book #4

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Book: Redemption: Alchemy Series Book #4 Read Online Free PDF
Author: Donna Augustine
lasciviously licked his lips, his tongue following the points of his fangs.
    I took an aggressive step toward him. "Try it."  He stood his ground as I walked closer to him ; not being able to speak in wolf form didn't matter. His puffed up chest said it all. "You sure you want to do this? You might have a lot of backup, but so do I and I guarantee you, I won't go down before I take you out first."
    I saw his nostrils flare and his chest rising and falling with his breaths.
    I stood an inch from him. He towered over me but I didn't feel scared or intimidated; I had my own blood lust coursing through my veins. I had months of bone crushing disappointment and responsibility, and I was looking for an excuse to unload.
    His eyes widened slightly as he stared into my unflinching face and I recognized the expression. I'd been getting it quite often lately.
    "No, not crazy, blood thirsty. And know this, I don't care where I get my pound of flesh. I'm just waiting for an excuse." Not a hundred percent true, but close enough that I could pull it off.
    He dropped his stare in silent surrender.
    "Too bad," I said, and meant it. He turned and walked back to the castle. "Let me know if you change your mind," I called after him in a tone that sounded like I were trying to push a timeshare tour on him, not offering up death on a platter.

    Chapter Three
     
    The Bad Man C ometh...
     
    I walked further down the empty Vegas strip, among the towering piles of debris, enjoying several feet of snow and freezing air. Yeah, right. Who was I kidding? I was freezing and I couldn't feel the tip of my nose.
    I was stalling. I'd go back soon , but the faces, the questions, the never ending needs and, even worse, the quiet of the penthouse, all waited for me and didn't offer an appetizing evening. I'd return, but not until I had recharged my battery for a minute. I'd stay out here long enough that I could muster up the energy to plaster on the appearance of calmness over my raging emotions.
    Before I could stop myself, I wondered if Cormac had felt like this. This could drive anyone to run.
    No, I would not give him excuses. I was less prepared for this than he had been and I still stayed. I could've left, but I hadn’t. And the staying hadn't been easy, especially not in the beginning. The wolves had been nipping at my position, undermining my control in every way they could.
    They still were, but were just being less obvious about it. I knew they'd been picking away at the food supplies in storage. I just didn't know how they were gaining access, yet. I had that area guarded around the clock by Keepers, which meant one of them might be cooperating.
    In the beginning, the humans barely tolerated me, until I'd made it clear they could leave if they didn't like the way things were going to be. The Keepers were loyal , but I feared it was simply because they all still expected Cormac to come strolling back any day. Even some of the Fae had tried to undermine me.
    I was so lost in my own thoughts it took me longer than it should've to notice the solitary figure approaching. He was about a half a mile away, walking toward me. Squinting my eyes as he approached, I saw long blond locks caught up in the wind as a full-length fur coat flapped around his calves.
    My spine stiffened as my brain recognized who it was. He hadn't alerted me that he'd intended to visit, but he rarely did. I tried to tune my senses in to my surroundings but I was pretty sure he'd come alone , like always.
    "Josephine." He stopped about twenty-five feet shy of me.
    "Senator."
    Neither of us spoke as we took each other's measure.
    His feminine grey fox coat might have inspired laughter from someone more naïve, but I'd had enough experience with him to not be lulled by his flamboyant dress. There was nothing soft about this…man?
    I could see from his expression, he found my black cargo pants and hiking boots lacking.
    My palms were moist and my pulse raced. I schooled my features
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