Last of the Ravens by Linda Winstead Jones

Author:Linda Winstead Jones
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The ravens that approached the cabin were not small, sweet songbirds, but instead, large and magnificent creatures with sharp black eyes, deadly beaks, powerful wings and an eerily human-sounding series of caws. They came to the cabin so often and so easily Miranda could only assume that someone who’d stayed here had once fed them.

She knew enough about ravens to realize that they would not be drawn here by bread crumbs or birdseed. They were carrion eaters. If she wanted to call these birds to her to feed them she’d need to stock up on roadkill. Miranda shuddered but she didn’t move away, not even when five of the birds perched on the railing and looked boldly at her as the others circled the cabin.

This close, the power of the ravens was impossible to deny. The beaks were sharp and deadly-looking, the eyes were somehow intelligent, and the wings were such a deep black they shimmered with iridescent streaks of blue and green. These were magnificent, powerful birds.

“Have you come to say goodbye?” she asked, preferring the company of the dangerous ravens to complete silence and loneliness. Maybe their presence, their antics, their beauty would take her mind off Bren for a while. She had no idea how long it would take Roger to get here, and since Bren had driven away from her the minutes had dragged by with agonizing slowness.

One of the ravens cawed a response that sounded like a mournful wail.

“I know how you feel.” Miranda’s gaze flicked up toward Bren’s house at the top of the mountain. She couldn’t afford to allow her thoughts to linger on the man there, because no matter how scared and confused she was, she still wanted him desperately.

Letting Bren go was right for many different reasons. Aside from the threat to his life, which would’ve been more than enough reason to walk away, he insisted what they had wasn’t love. Whatever he felt for her was entirely physical, and the physical didn’t last. Still, she didn’t like how running away felt in her gut. She’d learned to trust her gut years ago, but at this moment she trusted nothing and no one. Not even herself.

On top of that confusion, she had so many questions for Roger she didn’t know where to start. Wait, yes, she did know exactly where to start. Keeper? Explain that one, if you please. When that was done, she wanted him to explain to her why his friend would threaten to kill Bren, why he called an ordinary man a “monster,” and she definitely wanted to know who these mysterious “others” were.

Miranda leaned on the railing and looked down. From here in the center of the deck it was a long drop to the rough landscape. The back of the cabin jutted out of the mountainside like an ugly red pimple. No wonder Bren wanted it gone.

One of the ravens came closer, walking steadily across the railing. Miranda didn’t even think of shying away. She didn’t

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