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

“If you’re just going to stand there, I’m going to blow,” Lemuel said. “Though a nice guy would invite me in, maybe let me watch up close and personal?”


My head snapped up. I glared at him. “You watched everything?”


His grin stretched from ear to ear, a macabre facsimile of delight. “Can you blame me? You’ve always had the best taste in mortals, Caleb. And this one?” He made a sucking sound through his teeth. “Delicious.”


At my sides, my hands balled into fists. The urge to drive them through his face and turn his whole body into an open sore burned through me. “Don’t talk about him that way.”


“I guess that means you bought the show and tell.”


The way he phrased it made me pause. “Is it an act?”


“The beginning was. He wasn’t supposed to know you, remember?” His grin widened. Somehow. “Or maybe you’ve lost those, too. Isn’t all this just so much fun?”


Chapter 28