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

Leandro swallowed again. “What can I do to help?”


Knowing he wouldn’t interfere and make this more difficult than it already was, was a bigger relief than I expected. My shoulders sagged, and I nodded in gratitude, hoping he could see that I understood what a sacrifice he was making. In his eyes, he probably saw my actions as a sacrifice as well, since it would be my well-being on the line should I fail. He’d already prepared himself for the possibility of death when this was over. I needed him to believe I would go to the same lengths for him, no matter what.


“Be watchful,” I said. “If I ask for your help, give it.”


“You were in a trance when you charmed the guitar. Won’t you be in a trance again?”


Chapter 35