Some call him the Angel of Death, but Caleb knows better. He doesn’t kill. He erases life. Centuries ago, the Higher Powers created him to walk the terrestrial plane, eradicating those from existence who have either earned punishment or asked for dissolution. No attachments, no commitments, no problems.<br><br>His latest assignment should have been as easy as the rest. But the second he gets invited into Leandro Warnell’s remote Alaskan cabin, Caleb knows something is different. It’s more than the overpowering physical attraction between them. It’s more than the inconsistencies that have plagued this assignment from the start.<br><br>It’s the mark Leandro wears over his heart, the symbol unique to Caleb’s body. Because the only way he could’ve got the tattoo is if Caleb had given it to him…and the man who’s collected memories for the last thousand years has no recollection ever meeting Leandro before ...

Forgotten Faces

“When are you going to move?” Lem asked.


“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”


“I need to get as much information ahead of time as I can.”


This cagey attitude was going to wear thin very quickly. I swept my hand through the image to send it scattering into nothingness, then scooped up the paper before Lem could get to it.


Straightening, I retreated to the other side of the coffee table, keeping my fist curled tightly around the missive. “My assignment. I’m keeping it.”


Lem bared his fangs and finally stood. I tried not to sigh. His posturing really did get old after a while. “They’ll have my hide for letting you have that.”


“Then I suggest you figure out a way to hold onto it.”


“Your next courier might not be as generous as I am.”


“I should be so lucky. Are we done here?”


Chapter 3