Red-Headed Stepchild (Sabina Kane, Book 1)
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In a world where being of mixed-blood is a major liability, Sabina Kane has the only profession fit for an outcast: assassin. But, her latest mission threatens the fragile peace between the vampire and mage races and Sabina must scramble to figure out which side she's on. She's never brought her work home with her---until now.
This time, it's personal.
been so far away, I would have thought from the tilt of his head he was eavesdropping. When he saw me catch him, he looked away quickly. Ewan leaned in. “Word on the street is he’s got himself mixed up in a power struggle between the Dominae and Clovis Trakiya.” “Power struggle?” I asked, playing dumb. “From what I’ve heard Clovis Trakiya is nothing but a nuisance for the Dominae.” Ewan shook his head. “He’s bad news. Mixed-blood.” My head jerked up. “Really?” Interesting, I thought. My
mean the annoying asshole who was here earlier, yes.” Vinca and Giguhl traded a glance and then looked at me. “Please,” Giguhl said. “You’re so hot for that mancy you’re about to spontaneously combust.” I ignored them both and went to the kitchen to grab a drink. Vinca followed me. “Do you want to talk about it?” I popped the top to a soda and shook my head. “Nope. Nothing to talk about.” “So you aren’t mad I was flirting with him?” I hopped up on the counter and took a long swallow. The
with her if you understood more about the mage culture.” I thought about this for a moment, trying to sort through the static in my brain. “Let me see if I have everything then.” I ticked items off on my fingers. “I have a twin sister who’s been raised as a mage. My grandmother has been lying to me my entire life. You are some super secret agent for the Hekate Council sent to find me and educate me about mages. Also, you just so happen to be looking for the same mages I’ve been ordered by
“Why aren’t you dead and burning? I made sure the stake went through your heart.” I took a tentative step forward, not quite trusting my strength yet. The movement caused my grandmother to take a step back. I placed a hand over the healing wound over my heart. “Oh, you hit it, all right.” “Then how?” “It appears I inherited more than magic from my father’s people.” When she still looked mystified, I said, “The forbidden fruit has no effect on me.” Her mouth gaped open, and for a moment, I
After giving chase for a few minutes, I was winded, hungry, and my feet hurt. So I gave up and hobbled back toward the entrance of the park where I was supposed to meet Adam. Needing a minute, I sat on a bench near a sign that read “Strawberry Fields.” The famous Imagine mosaic memorializing John Lennon lay a few feet away. Someone had left an offering of red roses in the center of the circle. All around me, trees reached up toward the inky night sky, and just beyond them the lights in New