Bound (Dark Ties Book 3) by A. Vers

Bound (Dark Ties Book 3) by A. Vers

Author:A. Vers [Vers, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-27T16:00:00+00:00


I skid to a stop on the dim stretch of beach and walk down the footprint laden pathway toward the others.

The body is visible just outside the darker portion of sand, and I know it washed up immediately. The near blue-gray tinge to the skin does not help that assessment.

Tanner prowls around the body, his silver eyes glittering. “I can’t smell a fucking thing but decomp and water.”

“It’s a dead body that was in the channel, jackass,” I say, trying for light and falling miles too short. “Good thing you’re a cat and not a fucking detective.”

He turns his luminous gaze in my direction. I wait. One corner of his mouth curves upward. “I know a dead body isn’t supposed to be in the fucking water,” he quips.

I exhale as soft as I can.

We’re good, at least.

“What gave it away?” I jab back, walking closer.

Caine tosses another crimson orb into the air above the body, illuminating the sand in a wide berth. I don’t add my fire to the mix.

May be a bit too soon for that one.

I crouch near one swollen foot. “No markings though. Not like the other one.” I glance up at the demon. “Can you lift him? Roll him over?”

Caine scoffs. “Can I—”

“Caine,” Ruin barks. “Sooner rather than later.”

The demon grumbles, but the mischievous light in his eyes never fades. He weaves his hands, sparks of magick unfurling over the sand until it cradles the body in a basin of demon fire. With agonizing speed, he lifts the body and turns it.

I hold my hand up. “Far enough,” I mutter, scuttling around to see the back line better. “Hold what you got.”

A long laceration scrolls down the spine, from the nape of the neck to the tail bone. It’s the only distinguishing mark.

Cause of death?

I point. “See this?”

Ruin steps into my peripheral. “Theories?”

“Not magick related. Not that I can tell. Amoret may confirm that.” At her name, Horan shifts across from me, his gaze locked somewhere above my head.

I frown.

“But is he a Fae? One of the envoy?” Ruin asks, breaking me from my focus on the angel.

“What?” I shake my head to clear it. “Caine. Set him back down, man.”

The demon does so without arguing for once. I consider remarking on it but change my mind.

I peer at the dead male’s face, but cannot remember seeing him at the suite.

“I don’t know,” I say. “One of the others may be able to identify him.”

“Caine,” Ruin begins.

Caine slides his cell from his pocket and starts a video call. “Already on it,” he says.

We wait.

“Hey, Caine,” Lilah says in greeting, her tone lighter than it was when we left. “Everything okay?”

He smiles at her, but the motion is all reckless teasing. “I’m fine, little bird. How is everything there?”

“Caine,” Ruin snaps.

Lilah’s giggle makes my lips curve, and I’m not the only one. Tanner snickers to one side, and even Horan cracks the barest smile.

“Right,” Caine says. “Are you around one of the Fae, my dear?”

There is a soft creak, like leather.



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