Connie Suttle

A Demon's Work Is Never Done Connie Suttle

Lexsi: Tears of flame dripped down my cheeks-tears for Kory and for me. The fire net burned my hands whenever I touched it, but I couldn't let it harm him any more than it already had. Kory's wings, with burn-holes between ribs, beat to help me get the net off him. Kory screamed as the net sunk farther into sections of his back-it was designed to burn flesh until it had completely passed through its victim. I shook my hands to rid myself of the wad of net I held and reached for the part that was burning Kory so badly. Lexsi: Who is behind the plot to kill us? What do they want? Where are they? Why me? My to-do list is overwhelming... Kordevik: How can I keep my Thifilathi in line, when it wants Lexsi now? How do I keep the werewolves, shifters, vampires and humans around me acting civil toward each other? How can I protect Lexsi and the others, when the enemy wants to destroy all of us? How did I get myself into this mess? A Demon's Work is Never Done...