โ Scribed by Gray, Jami
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Everyone fears what hunts in the shadows...especially the monsters.It takes a monster to hunt one, and for Raine McCord, forged in the maelstrom of magic and science, she's the one for the job. In a world where the supernatural live in a shadowy existence with the mundane, a series of disappearances and deaths threatens the secrecy of her kind and indicates someone knows the monsters are alive and kicking. Partnering up with the sexy and tantalizing Gavin Durand proves to be a challenge as dangerous as the prey she hunts.When the trail points back to the foundation which warped Raine's magic as a child, her torturous past raises its ugly head. Gavin and Raine sift through a maze of lies, murder and betrayal to discover not only each other, but the emerging threat to them and the entire magical community.
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