There isn’t anything Annie Pontin won’t do for her lover, the reclusive artifact collector Quin Black. As his personal assistant, she even takes care of the most valuable item in his collection, a ruby-encrusted sword that dates over two thousand years old. One day while cleaning it, she cuts herself on the blade. The next thing she knows, the sword is gone, and in its place ... a young man named Theodotus.<br><br>Theo claims to know Quin, but when she asks Quin the whole story, what unfolds is out of this world. She isn’t prepared to hear how he sold his soul in order to be with his dead lover forever, nor does she want to hear that he’s lived for centuries. The only problem is, Quin refuses to let her walk away. He wants them both. Now he and Theo just need to convince her to stay ...

Blood of Souls

“So who tended your wounds?” He didn’t wait for her to respond, because really, there was no way for her to answer that. “You’re not a foolish woman, Annie. You’re just scared. The authorities will only make it worse. Call Quin. Tell him I’m here. He’ll explain everything. I promise there’s nothing to fear.”


She wanted Quin’s strength and assurances more than she wanted the sword back, but there was a big problem to his suggestion. “I can’t. He won’t have his phone on during the auction, and then he’s having dinner with colleagues.”


“Oh.” Theo’s dark brows drew together, his fine features still remarkably beautiful in spite of his frown. “Then I suppose we must wait. Though it plagues me to think you can’t trust what you see with your own eyes. What you felt.”


She deflated. “You’re not the only one it bugs.”


Chapter 5