Rise of the Gryphon by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon [Sherrilyn Kenyon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781451671995
Google: h9GjRSXM0DMC
Amazon: 1451671997
Goodreads: 16172171
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2013-07-30T06:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

Someone was following her.

Evalle had felt a presence all the way to this sleepy coastal town in southeast Georgia.

Lifting halfway up from a squat, she made a slow visual sweep of the dark woods behind her that hid her and her SUV. It was an hour after sunset, and nothing moved in the black void. Every breath of salt air invigorated her after six and a half hours of driving.

Bending her knees, she resumed her position behind a thick pine tree to watch yet another dock, the same position she’d held since arriving in St. Marys ninety minutes ago.

Eight o’clock and she still hadn’t found the dock. That feeling of someone close by clung to her edgy psyche, poking at her that someone was tailing her.

Storm couldn’t have gotten here yet. Not this soon. Could he?

No. If he had, he’d have shown his face if for no other reason than to finish letting her know how much she’d pissed him off. She’d sent him texts all afternoon, touching base as if she’d still been in Atlanta when she’d been driving southeast instead. He’d answered, his last text saying he’d found the Langaus in Atlanta and Tzader’s team had managed to capture one, which the healers were using to create an antidote.

And that he was on his way to meet her outside her apartment. In Atlanta, where she was supposed to be. The phone call to tell him that she wasn’t there had been worse than she’d expected, which was saying something.

She’d seen Storm furious before, but he’d hit rage level when he’d found out she had a four-hour head start on him. She wasn’t even sure he’d heard her “I’m sorry,” right before she’d crushed her mobile phone to prevent anyone tracking her electronically.

He would never forgive her, but he’d be alive.

Balmy night air swirled softly. Please let this be the right public dock. She had to get on one of the private boats ferrying nonhumans to Cumberland Island.

The other boat docks had been too public for transporting beasts, and even though she could pass for a human visitor, she wouldn’t trust Sen not to have someone watching for her at the public ferry.

A high-end private tour bus pulled into the empty parking area between her and the water. Two figures emerged. Hard to tell much about them from a hundred feet away, but one walked as if he or she wore ankle cuffs. That pair moved toward the dock but stayed in the shadows.

The docks on each side of the boat ramp were barely visible beneath single lights on tall poles. The figure in ankle cuffs shuffled up under the light and Evalle saw a tail dragging on the ground behind him.

She let out a pent-up breath.

This had to be the place.

Headlights shone over the parking lot as a fairly new white convertible BMW 650i spun in to park and a late-model silver Dodge pickup truck parked several car lengths away.

A woman with long white hair and a shining gold mask emerged from the sports car.

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