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

“That implies I have time to spare.” Without taking his eyes off me, he began to softly strum, his thumb almost delicate upon the strings. “You don’t mind if I play, do you? It relaxes me.”


I kept my eyes away from the front door. Until I sealed the threshold, I needed to play this straight. He couldn’t have an avenue of escape once I started, and I couldn’t use my magic so blatantly in front of him. When people witness the unknown, they have adrenaline spikes. Those spikes would prolong my work, and I couldn’t make this more difficult than it already was.


“I got myself all turned around out there,” I said. “And then my car died. Go figure.”


He nodded sympathetically. “Signal sucks up here, too. You probably tried to call someone, right?”


“I would’ve if I hadn’t noticed I didn’t have any bars.”


“Where is it you’re trying to get to?”


“A friend’s got a cabin a hundred miles or so north. He offered to let me crash there for a little while.”


Chapter 7