Unseen. Nancy Bush

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      LOST MEMORIES

      “We don’t know how you got here, Ms. LaPorte. You walked into Emergency and collapsed. Did someone bring you? Did you drive yourself?”

      Gemma moved her head slowly from side to side and felt a twinge of pain. “I don’t remember.”

      Will paused, regarding her with dark, liquid eyes. She could sense his strength and knew he was good at his job. A tracker. Someone who never gave up. Someone dogged and relentless. She shivered involuntarily as he said, “You don’t remember the circumstances that brought you here.”

      “No.”

      “What’s your last memory?”

      Gemma thought about it a minute. “I was looking out the window and thinking we were drowning in rain. It was a downpour. The dirt was like concrete and the water was pouring over it in sheets.”

      The deputy was silent for so long that Gemma felt her anxiety rise. She sensed that he was deliberating on an answer.

      “What?” she asked.

      “It hasn’t rained for three days…”

      Books by Nancy Bush

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      ELECTRIC BLUE

      ULTRAVIOLET

      UNSEEN

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

      UNSEEN

      NANCY BUSH

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      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Prologue

      A yellow moon rose over the line of fir trees, so close and huge that it seemed like an artist’s distorted vision, not the real thing. He watched it climb slowly upward through dispassionate eyes. It sent an uneven strip of light across the field behind his two-room home and glimmered in the pond that was ruffled by a light wind.

      As if in response to the moon’s appearance, a light switched on in the main house across the field. Equally yellow. An evil color. A witch’s color. He was glad the house was so far away, wished it even farther.

      For a moment he saw her standing in the field, dark, near-black hair flowing around her shoulders. She wore her witch’s garb and she stared back at him, her eyes black pits, her mouth curved.

      “C’mere, boy,” she said, and he wanted to go, but she was looking beyond him. She wasn’t beckoning him. She’d never asked for him.

      Still, she stripped off her clothes and melted into the pond. A moment of shadowy reflection and then just moonlight.

      She was a witch. She had to die. And he was the hunter.

      He gazed hard at the moon, now glowing a ghostly blue-white, shed of its earthly restraints, higher in the sky, smaller, more intense. He closed his eyes and saw its afterimage on the inside of his eyelids.

      Witches had to die. He’d already sent two back to the hell they’d sprung from. But there were more. And some of them were filled with an evil so intense it was like they burned from the inside out.

      He’d found the one who’d stolen from him. He’d been on a search for her, but she’d eluded him until last night. In a moment of pure coincidence, he’d seen her walking across the street. Wearing her witch’s garb, hair flying behind her and tangling in the wind that swooped down, bitterly cold for such a mild autumn.

      He’d followed her and it had been a mistake because he’d gotten too close. She’d sensed him. She gazed hard at him and he turned sharply away, afraid she’d recognize him. But then she’d been the one to run away, out the door as if Satan were at her heels. And she’d put herself out of his reach, but it wouldn’t be for long because now he knew where she haunted. Now he knew where to find her. Soon, he would strip her bare, crush her naked body with his, thrust himself into her again and again as she howled and scratched and screamed.

      Then he would throw back his head and roar because he was the hunter. A wolf. Hunting his prey.

      Jaw tense, he threw another look at the moon, now a white, hard dot in a black sky. The natives called it a hunter moon. The full moon seen in the month of October.

      October…

      The witch’s month.

      He was the wolf. And it was time to hunt the witch.

      Chapter One

      She wished him dead.

      She knew about him. Witnessed the way his gaze ran lustfully over some preteen girl. Saw how his eyes glued to her athletic limbs and small breasts, how his lips parted and his cock grew hard.

      But wishing wasn’t enough. It almost was, but it wasn’t quite. Sometimes wishing needed a little push. So, she waited for him to go to an unlucky place,

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