"Morgana, I just got your text message." My fingers tapped rapidly on the keypad as though it were a jhumpa drum. "Don't even think of doing anything until we speak. The situation is more dangerous than you can ever imagine. Stop."
My cell phone went dead even though I had just charged it an hour earlier. Another snow storm was rattling New York . I could feel the supernatural activity. I'd become more attuned to its taste and smell. This storm was no accident, I knew. I also knew that Morgana was in danger. StormRider, her new paranormal lover, wasn't on the level. There was more work to be done, but I had to secure my safety first.
StormRider viewed me as the enemy now that I was with a Vampayre. Vampayres and Vampires were embittered enemies. And somehow, like Jasmine, my heroine in the Violet Hour, I had stumbled into their feud.
Did the law of attraction draw this situation into my life? Whatever, I didn't have the time to consider the metaphysical implications. We were in danger and I had to act quickly.
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