Chapter 4

The body fell, loose limbed and lifeless as an oversized rag doll. The apparent killer stood a moment, staring down at the still form. Liam’s stomach clenched. Oh, shit. There wasn’t any blood, nothing similar to the body they’d found a week ago. What shocked him into paralysis, though, was the fact the man-creature was almost colorless, a shadow of an entity whose opaqueness ebbed and flowed. For an instant you could see through it and then the next, it would be dark and appear solid.

Rhys muffled words echoed Liam’s thoughts. “Holy shit, what the fuck is it?”

At the sound, subtle though it was, the creature’s head came up and he pinned them with a scarlet, glowing gaze, eyes that seemed to reveal a banked fire smoldering within the shadow of his form. Liam swore he could feel the heat and hatred shooting like a laser in that soulless stare.