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Also by Cassie Ryan:
VISION OF SEDUCTION
CEREMONY OF SEDUCTION
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
TRIO OF SEDUCTION
CASSIE RYAN
KENSINGTON BOOKS
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
To Phillip, for reminding me that the young,
vivacious girl I used to be is still alive and well
twenty-five years later…
Acknowledgments
Thanks must first and foremost go to Darian, my biggest fan, even though he isn’t allowed to read these books until he moves out.
Also, thanks to Jon—anyone who can live with a writer without losing their sanity deserves all the appreciation they can get. You encouraged me to follow my dreams and write, and I’m thankful for that every single day.
Thanks also to my critique group, the Butterscotch Martini Girls (www.butterscotchmartinigirls.com). Without all your love, support, and sometimes more-honest-than-I-want feedback, ladies, none of this would be possible.
To my amazing agent, Paige Wheeler, for all that you do.
To Audrey LaFehr, my editor, and the entire team at Kensington for all their hard work and support.
To all my readers and fans. I LOVE all the emails and letters and appreciate all of you who have fallen in love with these characters. Long live Tador!!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
1
I ’m smiling. That should scare the hell out of you .
Kiera Matthews took a deep breath and prayed for patience. She knew her temper was already on full simmer when she started thinking in sarcastic quotes.
“It’s only because of your past assistance to our people that I don’t report you to the council at once.” Council Member Danen stood before her, all five feet nothing of impotent arrogance.
Simmer flashed to near boil, and Kiera resisted the urge to scream. But she couldn’t quite stop her eyes from narrowing at the rail-thin man with the dour expression who stood before her. She supposed she should be thankful he had agreed to meet with her at all—even in the middle of a deserted parking lot at midnight.
The council was not only arrogant, but they also had a tendency toward drama.
“Bullshit, Danen.” Kiera took a step forward, invading his personal space. “The only reason any of you put up with me is because I’m the only doctor willing to treat you—regardless of insurance or circumstances that would be best left undiscovered by the human community.”
Danen’s already knobby chin jutted out farther as he pursed his lips in obvious distaste. “Let’s cut through all the preliminaries, Kiera. What exactly do you want?”
“I want the council to listen to reason before it’s too late.” She fisted her hands at her sides to keep from giving in to the urge to shake the little man. “The civil war happened a quarter of a century ago, Danen. My mother would still be alive if not for the fallout from that.” Kiera’s temper fed fuel to her rant, and she couldn’t seem to stop the flow of words that spilled from her lips. “The Cunts used to be a proud people with a rich heritage before they let Sela put her wishes above the wellbeing of the entire race. In fact, before she started spreading dissension, the Klatch and the Cunts lived in peace as one people—as it was meant to be. Long before the name of our race became synonymous with traitor in the human dialect.”
She tucked a wisp of blond hair, which had come loose from her ponytail and fallen across her eyes, behind her ear. “Now you can’t even say ‘cunt’ without it being construed as a serious insult. Don’t you think it’s time to reevaluate what’s best for our species as a whole?”
Danen’s gaunt features stiffened, and his already pale skin glistened in the light of the full moon. “You aren’t yet twenty-four. Not even old enough for a coming-of-age—even if you were pure blood.”
The snub about her split heritage hit hard, and she winced. No matter that she was now a grown woman, the taunts that rang in her ears as she grew up still haunted her.
Danen stared down his sticklike nose at her, while his bloodless lips thinned into nonexistence. “As it is, you are in no position at all to question the council. You’ve lived on the fringes of our law since you were a teenager—and only because you’ve been useful as a doctor. You’re more human than Cunt. Your mother made that choice for you when she openly married that useless human.”
Kiera’s anger exploded, and a vivid picture of throttling the little man sprang into her mind. “My mother was a full-blooded Cunt, you little bastard—”
Shouts broke through the still air of the stifling Phoenix night, cutting off her words and rechanneling her anger into self-preservation.
Blue and pink bolts of electricity—the weapons of choice for the Cunts and Klatch, respectively—snaked through the moonlit sky, raising the small hairs on Kiera’s arms.
The stench of sulfur
