The Survivors: Book One

Safe Haven: A place of safety and of light, of duty and honor: A Refuge for survivors.

Also: A place of death and darkness, where magic and murder go hand in hand.

Angie and Marc have made it to Safe Haven and her Marine is already on the edge of murder over their romance. Will Adrian be able to stop the bloodshed, or will everything he's built start to fall?

Reunited

"He's here. Kenny's here!"

Footsteps crunched behind her, and Angela's hand dropped to her gun as she turned, eyes finding Brady in the barn's moldy doorway.

Marc snapped his mouth shut on the warning that would have been too late, realizing he knew the Marine now striding determinedly down the middle of the street - and not just from their time together on the base. The cold look of ownership he threw Marc's way said this was her man. The piper was here and it was time to start paying.

Kenn stopped a few feet away, watching with expectant eyes that wished she'd pull the gun so he could kill them both and claim self-defense to Adrian.

"Kenny?"

The Marine knew the joy spreading across her face wasn't for him and it faded fast.

"You're alone."

Kenn ignored her disappointment as he glared. "I've come to get you."

Her brow wrinkled, and he saw a flare of anger on her pale face that was unexpected. She should be scared.

"Little late for that now," Angela pointed out, aware of the violence flashing in his eyes, but she stood her ground, able to feel him trying to control himself. Would he end it all right here? Marc was silently telling her just to duck and he'd do the rest, and she didn't look away from Kenn's thunderous face, waiting to see who would live and who would die.

Kenn hated her calm confidence and his sarcasm hid a note of unease when she didn't blink, didn't move her hand from the gun on her hip.

"So, you have no welcome for me?"

Angela hesitated. "Of course I do. We've been apart a long time."

The breeze gusted, sending her hair flying wildly, and Kenn was glad to see her wary look as his eyes went there. She wasn't allowed to have it down in public. It was another transgression to be held accountable for. "Then come show me you're glad to see me," he ordered.

Angela stepped into his big arms with a heavy heart. Could she could tolerate, endure a little (six years!) longer, so no one else would get hurt? Could she just give in?