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

Four layers came off this way. Fire, earth, water, air. Each was necessary to complete the spell, each a vital component to recreating the memories I was convinced lived within my tattoos.


Air. My voice. The words given shape and form that would call the images forward.


Water. My blood. Dripping across my wrist to drop bead by bead into the basin. This aspect, I’d been unsure of. I wasn’t supposed to bleed. But I knew now that cutting my thumb on the missive I’d snatched away from Lemuel in my apartment had not been a freak occurrence. Something had happened to me then. I’d been exposed to Leandro’s life force, even secondhand as it had been. The fat droplets now filling the bowl assured me the spell would work. As well as it could, anyway.


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