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

“What am I supposed to do with this now?” Because whether he admitted it or not, this was a deliberate set-up, either by him or Lemuel or—heaven forbid—someone else entirely. “You didn’t go to all these lengths for nothing.”


“You were never nothing.” His hands knotted together, the knuckles tightening. “Would it be so bad to just enjoy the time we’ve been allotted?”


“We have whatever we want. Nobody will interrupt us.”


“Just the Higher Powers when I don’t finish my duty.”


“For you, maybe.” His cavalier attitude about my forthcoming punishments annoyed me. “If you know who I am, what I do, you know what I face when I fail.”


His chin lifted, his melancholy masked beneath a stoic veneer. “Do you know what Iface when you fail?”


I shook my head. Even when my assignments weren’t perfectly satisfied, the person involved was still gone. There were no repercussions for a human who had never existed.


Chapter 14