Jeaniene Frost - 5 - This Side of the Grave, Novels
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//-->Jeaniene FrostThis Side of the GraveA Night Huntress NovelTo Matthew, Melissa, and Ilona,for too many reasons to list.ContentsCoverTitle PageChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty--oneChapter Twenty--twoChapter Twenty--threeChapter Twenty--fourChapter Twenty--fiveChapter Twenty--sixChapter Twenty--sevenChapter Twenty--eightChapter Twenty--nineChapter ThirtyChapter Thirty--oneChapter Thirty--twoChapter Thirty--threeChapter Thirty--fourChapter Thirty--fiveChapter Thirty--sixChapter Thirty--sevenAcknowledgmentsExcerpt from One Grave at a TimeBy Jeaniene FrostDear ReaderCopyrightAbout the PublisherChapter OneThe vampire pulled on the chainsrestraininghim to the cave wall. His eyes were brightgreen, their glow illuminating the darkness surrounding us.“Do you really think these will hold me?” he asked, an English accent caressing thechallenge.“Sure do,” I replied. Those manacles were installed and tested by a Master vampire, sothey were strong enough. I should know. I’d once been stuck in them myself.The vampire’s smile revealed fangs in his white upper teeth. They hadn’t been thereseveral minutes ago, when he’d still looked human to the untrained eye.“Right, then. What do you want, now that you have me helpless?”He didn’t sound like he felt helpless in the least. I pursed my lips and considered thequestion, letting my gaze sweep over him. Nothing interrupted my view, either, since he wasnaked. I’d long ago learned that weapons could be stored in various clothing items, but bare skinhid nothing.Except now, it was also very distracting. The vampire’s body was a pale, beautifulexpanse of muscle, bone, and lean, elegant lines, all topped off by a gorgeous face withcheekbones so finely chiseled they could cut butter. Clothed or unclothed, the vampire wasstunning, something he was obviously aware of. Those glowing green eyes looked into minewith a knowing stare.“Need me to repeat the question?” he asked with a hint of wickedness.I strove for nonchalance. “Who do you work for?”His grin widened, letting me know my aloof act wasn’t as convincing as I’d meant it tobe. He even stretched as much as the chains allowed, his muscles rippling like waves on a pond.“No one.”“Liar.” I pulled out a silver knife and traced its tip lightly down his chest, not breaking
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