Monday, November 6, 2017

More Willow Harbor Books!


ANNOUNCEMENT TIME! 


I know you’re all anxious for more Willow Harbor, so I’m very glad to tell you there will be more books in the series (I think you all already knew that)! 


Here are the titles and estimated release dates:



Siren’s Song (book 5) by Juliana Haygert

Release date: Jan/2018







Warlock’s Embrace (book 6) by Alyssa Rose Ivy

Release date: April/2018






Witch’s Mark (book 7) by Sarra Cannon

Release date: July/2018




Raven’s Sight (book 8) by Jennifer Snyder

Release date: Oct/2018





We’ll be revealing the cover of Siren’s Song by the end of the month, and the pre-order links should be around before Christmas.

I hope you guys are as excited as we are! <3


Cheers,

Monday, October 2, 2017

Welcome to Willow Harbor!



Hey guys,



It's here! The day is finally here! The books are here!
Hooray!

You guys have NO idea how long we've been planning and preparing for this day! It's so exciting to finally share these books with you! 
We hope you love them as much as we do!

Don't forget that each book is a STANDALONE Paranormal Romance novel (they can be read in any order!) and they all are priced at $0.99 each for a limited time, so snatch your copies now! 

And ...

Welcome to Willow Harbor!






Strange Neighbors. Hidden Desires. Small-Town Charm

Welcome to Willow Harbor, where everyone has a secret.

What's Yours?


Come visit Willow Harbor today!

Which journey will you choose?






Shifter's Fate

Sometimes fate can't be ignored...

Mattie is desperate when she accepts a librarian position in the small coastal town of Willow Harbor. She plans to spend a few months there, enough time to get a reference and move somewhere she actually wants to be. But fate has other plans.

Pierce has given up on finding his mate. His family line of true shapeshifters will die out, but there is nothing he can do with only a few weeks left before his birthday. Until Mattie shows up in town.

When Mattie's past catches up, and Pierce's family turns on him, will fate be enough to see them through?






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Vampire's Descent

Sometimes the past comes back with a vengeance...

Claire Meyers knows her twin brother Danny didn't commit suicide. Determined to prove it, she heads to her hometown of Willow Harbor, South Carolina to learn what really happened. Only what she finds is more than she bargained for.

Mason Danver didn't ask to become a vampire. He didn't ask for his soulless marker to seek him out either. All he wants is to help the one girl he's never allowed himself to have figure out what really happened to her brother.

As the mystery surrounding Claire's brother's death begins to unfold Mason learns he's more connected to Danny’s death than he ever thought possible.








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Hunter's Revenge

Sometimes all you want is revenge …

As a human who knows the supernatural world exists, Tessa Ford has always felt like an outsider. It doesn’t help her estranged father barely wanted her around and that she’s never quite fit into her mother’s new family. Going away to college seemed like a blessing in disguise, until she realized she still has to pretend to be happy there too. 

After losing his entire family to demons and becoming a hunter, Landon Armstrong didn’t think he had anything else to lose. Until a demon kills the man who raised him as his own and gave him a purpose at a young age. Now Landon is set on finding the demon responsible for taking that man away from him and exacting revenge. He has one task to check off his list first…notify the man’s daughter of his passing.

When Landon unexpectedly shows up to inform Tessa her father has passed away, she doesn’t know what to feel. All she knows is that she wants—needs—a chance to prove herself and help Landon take down the demon responsible. Too bad for her Landon is adamant that she’s not cut out to be a hunter. Tessa isn’t about to let that stop her. Even if in the end, she dies trying to take the demon down alone…







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Triton's Curse

Sometimes freedom comes at a cost…

As the last in a line of powerful witches, Eva McKay has been held captive for years by a greedy demon who treated her more like a possession than a human being. Three days ago, she escaped. Sure that he’s out searching for her, Eva runs as far and as fast as she can. That is, until exhaustion catches up with her and she crashes her car in the mysterious town of Willow Harbor.

Once a mighty triton, Nikolas Kosta is now a slave. Ten years ago, he trusted the wrong person and ended up shackled, cursed to live in human form, and became the prisoner of a manipulative siren named Selena. Nik resigned himself to his misery long ago, but when the beautiful and secretive Eva crashes near the docks where he works, she awakens something inside him he'd thought was lost.

Both desperate for freedom and a life on their own terms, Nik and Eva are reluctant to open their hearts to anyone. But when Eva's captor tracks her down down and Nik's boss demands far more than he's willing to pay, will they have the courage to trust each other? Or will their freedom be taken from them forever?







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Sunday, October 1, 2017


Hi guys,



Today is October 1st! The first day of the best month of the year!

Three years ago, Midnight Kiss anthology was launched, kickstarting this awesome partnership between Alyssa, Jennifer, Sarra and I. It has been fun and productive and we hope to bring you even more surprises in the future!


I have two thing to share with you:


1) Facebook Party!


Come countdown to the launch of Willow Harbor with us tonight!
We will be at the Facebook Party from 8-12 PM EST, but all giveaways will remain open through the next day, so that no matter your time zone you'll be able to enter.

Here's a sneak peek of all the prizes we'll be offering tonight:



2) Instagram Photo Challenge





T minus 1 day until Willow Harbor Series is here! Are you ready? We certainly are! And since we love IG photo challenges, we came up with this fun to kick start the party!

1 - Oct 1st: Join us on a Facebook release party from 8pm to 12am (EST) on Sunday! Take a selfie of you ready to rock!
2 - Oct 2nd: Happy Willow Harbor day! Did you grab a copy of Willow Harbor books? Take a pic or a screenshot of them for us!
3 - Oct 3rd: Willow Harbor is all about supernatural creatures. Which on is your favorite? Bonus point if you snatch a pic from a known book or movie!
4 - Oct 4th: Are you reading Willow Harbor books? What's your favorite quote?
5 - Oct 5th: *swoon* tell us which character from Willow Harbor are you crushing on?
6 - Oct 6th: you stopped by Urban Grind coffee shop and ordered a drink. What did you get? Coffee? Tea? A shot of whiskey? A pint of blood? Tell us!
7 - Oct 7th: Now that you have been all over Willow Harbor, tell us which spot is your favorite! Bonus points for creative pics!


If you guys don't use Instagram, don't fret! You can play along on Facebook and twitter too! Just use the hashtag #willowharborseries and you're on!

And don't forget to help us spread the word! Share this game with everyone!


Hope you guys have fun and that you love Willow Harbor as much as we do!


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Triton's Curse Chapter One (and Two!) Reveal

Oh my gosh, you guys, I am getting so excited for the release of Willow Harbor on Monday!!! We have all been working on this series for so long that it almost feels surreal to have them about to be released into the world. I just know you're going to love this mysterious little town!

For my first chapter reveal today, I realized that Chapter One of my book is soooo tiny that it would be better to actually post Chapters One AND Two for you today. That way you can see a little bit of both Nik and Eva :). Enjoy!




Triton's Curse
Sarra Cannon

*Copyright 2017 Sarra Cannon*


Chapter One

Eva

      I checked the rear view mirror for the millionth time since I’d left Las Vegas, but there was no one back there. Not a single headlight.
I checked again, just to be sure.
I’d been driving for nearly two days straight. I was exhausted and terrified, but with the windows rolled down, I could smell the salt in the air and the promise of freedom.
I was almost there.
For the past few hours, I’d been fighting just to keep my eyes on the road, but now I rolled down my window and let the wind blow my hair around. I turned the radio off and let my shoulders relax.
I had no idea where I was or what town I would be in when I finally hit the coast, but there was a single refrain running through my head for those last fifty miles.
I made it.
Two days ago, I had walked out of Mist Lake Towers, the place where I had been kept as a slave, gotten in the first car I could find, and started driving. I didn’t know or care where I was going, just as long as it was the coast and as far away from Dominic Moreau as possible.
By now, he would have all his hounds out looking for me, but I’d never gotten this far before so maybe this was the time they wouldn’t find me. Maybe I’d gone far enough that they would never find me again.
I hung my hand out the window, feeling the rush of the wind fly around my arm. God, it felt good. Freedom was something I had never known, and even if it was only mine for a few days, I would never forget how good it felt.
No one in the world knew where I was, and no one on this side of the country knew who I was or what I could do. This was going to be a fresh start for me, and even if I had to keep running every day for the rest of my life, at least I would be running free.
I breathed in the scent of saltwater and drove as fast as I could toward the sea. I wasn’t using any maps or GPS. I just kept going east and wherever I landed, that would be home. At least for a little while.
I passed a diner and thought about stopping to get some food or ask for directions to the closest beach, but I was too exhausted to stop.
It was well after midnight, and I was just anxious to get there and put my toes in the sand. I was struggling to keep my eyes open at this point, but the promise of the sea kept pushing me forward. Just a little farther.
Even if Dominic and his guys found me standing there, the waves tumbling across my feet, at least I would have those precious moments. That’s all I wanted.
I had never been to the ocean, but I had dreamed of it my whole life.
I was almost there.
I just needed to stay awake a little while longer.


Chapter Two

Nik

There was a chill in the air as I walked toward the docks. I took long strides, anxious to get there quickly and get this over with. Jennings didn’t like to be kept waiting, and I really didn’t want to deal with his crap tonight.
My muscles ached, and I’d been looking forward to a couple shots of whiskey at Drifter’s before I climbed into bed. Even after ten years, I still wasn’t used to this human body and the way my legs ached.
The tide crashed against the shore as I hurried down the beach, and the ocean called me the way it always did. I longed to shed this earth-bound form and dive beneath the waves where I would feel weightless and free.
But that was my old life.
I was stuck here now, whether I liked it or not.
I pushed the soul-deep longing down into the pit of regret that seemed to grow larger with every passing day and kept my eyes on the ships that swayed in the distance. It was late, and it had been a long, hard day of work. I hadn’t expected to be coming back to the docks tonight, but I didn’t have much choice
I was a slave to the whims of my captor.
And apparently, her whims were becoming more frequent.
Jennings was already waiting for me at the dark end of the docks. He was a short man with a thick head of dark hair, and just the sight of him turned my stomach. The end of his cigarette glowed red in the darkness, and he flicked it into the water when he saw me.
My jaw tensed, and I had to bite my tongue. He’d done it just to make me angry. And because he knew there wasn’t a damn thing I could say to him about it.
People throwing their nasty trash into the ocean was like someone walking into my house and spitting on my floor. I might not be able to live in the water like the rest of the tritons, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still my homeland.
“You’re late,” he said, not even bothering to glance my way. He kicked his boot against a large wooden crate next to him. “You know the drill.”
“I just took a shipment out there last week,” I said.
“And you’re going to take another one out there tomorrow,” he said. He finally turned to stare at me, his eyes glinting in the light of the nearly full moon. “Unless you’ve got a problem with that?”
Hell, yeah, I had a problem with that. These shipments were coming too fast. They were going to get me arrested. Or worse.
But Jennings knew there was nothing I could say about it. I had to do what I was told, and no matter how much I hated it, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
“How much this time?” I asked, eyeing the crate.
“Four more like these in the back of my truck,” he said. “Better get to work. I’ll wait.”
He lit another cigarette, and I had the sudden urge to snatch it from his hand and put it out on his face.
Instead, I swallowed my anger and walked down the wooden pathway toward the parking lot. It took me about twenty minutes to bring the other four crates down to the docks and load them in the small boat I kept tied there. I threw a thick tarp over the top of them and walked back to where Jennings waited.
“I trust you’ll see those safely to the other side by noon tomorrow,” he said.
“Don’t I always?” I asked.
His lips twisted into a mean smile. “Yeah, you’re a good little worker bee, Nik,” he said. “If you would adjust your attitude, you could graduate from this petty smuggling and make something of yourself.”
He sniffed the air and made a face.
“Maybe get yourself a nice suit and wash the stench of fish off your skin for a change,” he said.
“What? And be like you?” I asked. “I’d rather die.”
Jennings laughed and flicked another cigarette into the water that lapped against the docks.
“Ten years and you still hate me just as much as you did the day we met,” he said. “That’s got to be some kind of record.”
“You mean everyone who works for you doesn’t hate you this much?” I asked. I was running my mouth too much tonight, and as usual, that was bound to get me into trouble, but I was tired of holding back.
“You’d be surprised,” he said. “Most guys start out like you. Bitter about the life they left behind. But once they see what’s possible when they move up in rank, they usually fall in line. You’re stubborn, Nik. I’ll give you that. I have a feeling Selena will find a way to break you, eventually, though. She always does.”
His words sent a cold chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the cool October air.
I had seen the kind of things Selena could do, and I should be counting my blessings that the worst she’d done to me was leave me here in Willow Harbor to rot. She could have done a lot worse, and if I didn’t do as I was told, there was no telling what she would come up with for punishment.
“If we’re done here, I have some whiskey calling my name,” I said.
“Oh, we’re done,” he said. “For now. I’ll see you around, Nik.”
Jennings walked back to his truck and revved the engine before peeling out of the gravel parking lot and disappearing into the darkness. I double-checked that the tarp covering the crates was secure and started walking back toward Drifter’s when headlights shone through the trees.
I paused. Had he forgotten something?
This part of the docks was usually only busy during the daytime when the fishing boats were out. If anyone from town wanted to take a walk on the beach, they usually drove out to the boardwalk or the public beach. Not here.
As the headlights approached, I realized they were too low to the ground to be coming from Jennings’ truck. Whoever was driving was either drunk or half-asleep, judging by the way the car was weaving back and forth across the gravel path.
If they didn’t slow down soon, they were going to end up in the water.
I ran forward, waving my arms to try and get their attention, but the car didn’t slow down at all. My heart raced as the car swerved off the path and headed straight for the tree line.
Something was definitely wrong.
I pumped my aching legs as fast as they would go, but there was nothing I could do to get there in time. The car crashed into a tree, the metal bumper screeching against the wood.
I made it to the edge of the woods moments later and threw open the door on the driver’s side. It had all happened so fast, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was shocked when a woman with thick, auburn hair practically fell into my arms.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She was dazed and disoriented, and her entire body trembled as she reached for me. “I don’t know what happened,” she said. “I was driving, and…”
Her voice trailed off, and her eyes closed as she slumped over. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her from the car. I took my jacket off and set it on the ground so I could lay her down in the grass.
The interior light of the car illuminated her pale, delicate features. I mostly kept to myself around Willow Harbor, but I know I would have remembered a face like hers. What was she doing out here in the middle of the night?
I quickly checked for a pulse and sighed in relief when I found that it was strong. I took out my cell phone to call for help, but she grabbed my wrist, her green eyes open and terrified.
“Don’t, please,” she said. She tried to sit up, but decided against it and shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I just need a minute. Please don’t call the cops.”
“I was going to call for a doctor,” I said.
“I don’t need a doctor,” she said. She closed her eyes and lifted her hand to her forehead. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but there was blood streaked on the edge of her hand and wrist. “I just need some time to rest. I’ll be fine in a minute, I promise.”
I knelt beside her and stared at my phone. What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t call a doctor? She’d just rammed her car into a tree. And she was bleeding.
Except a closer look at the blood on her hand told me that it wasn’t fresh. What the hell was going on here? Willow Harbor didn’t exactly get a lot of tourist traffic, so there was no way she’d ended up here on accident. So, who was she? And what was she doing here?
“I think I need to call someone,” I said. “Is there anyone here who might be able to help you?”
She opened her eyes again, and the emerald green of them shot straight through to my heart. She was scared and shaken, and I had a strange feeling it had nothing to do with her accident.
“Where is here?” she asked, attempting to sit up again and getting a lot farther this time. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around, even though there wasn’t much to see out here at this time of night.
Did she honestly have no idea where she was? Nobody ended up here if they didn’t belong, so how had this woman made it through the town gates and all the way out here to the docks without a clue as to where she was headed?
I shook my head and raised an eyebrow. This night had just gotten a lot more interesting.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Hunter's Revenge Chapter One Reveal



Hi guys! I'm very excited to share the first chapter of Hunter's Revenge with you!
Hope you enjoy it :)




Hunter's Revenge
Juliana Haygert


*Copyright 2017 Juliana Haygert*




Chapter One


Landon


This was where he had told me about my first mission. Right here, seated on this bench, turned toward the center of the square, gazing up at the tall, majestic willow tree.
“You’re ready,” he had said.
I had been fourteen.
Now, nine years later, I was again on this bench—alone this time—giving myself a pep talk about what I had to do.
“I’m ready,” I told myself in a low voice.
But was I?
This would probably be the most difficult mission of my entire life.
Movement to my right caught my attention, and I snapped my head in that direction. Across the street, Mrs. Ackerman walked her ugly dog. She stopped at the bookstore’s window, gazed inside for a moment, then kept on her daily trek.
“There you are.” Aidan’s voice came from somewhere behind me. He walked around the bench and sat down beside me. “Here,” he said, offering me a to-go coffee cup from the Urban Grind.
I took the cup from him. “Thanks.”
We both looked at the tree while we sipped our coffee.
“How are you doing?” he finally asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
The rage from last night withered my strength, and all that was left behind was a cold numbness.
He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “I’m here for you. We are all here for you. You know that, right?”
I nodded. “I know.”
But he wasn’t. Not anymore.
“Nathan told me you were on your way to USC.”
“I was,” I confessed. “I am. I just had to make a quick stop first.”
“Quick. How long have you been sitting here?”
I glanced at my cell phone. Shit. “Over an hour.”
“Hm. So, are you going to USC or not?”
I sighed. “I have to. I need to tell her myself.”
“I know.” He nodded. “And are you ready for that?”
You’re ready …
“It doesn’t matter if I am. I have to do it.”
Aidan didn’t say anything, and I was glad. He knew how hard it was for me to admit my feelings, and since last night I couldn’t deal with any feelings right now.
We remained seated side by side for a few more minutes, drinking our coffees and looking at the tree. Every few minutes, someone we knew walked by and greeted us with smiles. Nobody here knew yet. And they wouldn’t, not until I told her.
Aidan’s cell phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and glanced at it. “It’s Douglas. Hey, what’s up?” he answered the call. “Hm, okay.” He paused, listening to Douglas. “Okay. I’ll be right there.”
He ended the call and lowered the phone.
“Something wrong?”
He stood. “No. He just needs help setting up some things.”
“Isaac’s things?”
“Yeah, something like that.” He frowned at me. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I will be.”
He sighed. “All right. I have to go, but if you need anything, let me know.”
“I will.”
“And good luck.”
“Thanks.” I would certainly need it.

***


Tessa


Damn. I was going to be late.
I shoved my feet inside my boots, grabbed my tote from the chair at my desk, and hurried from my dorm. I rarely slept in on weekdays, so I wouldn’t be late for my classes. But I had insisted on taking three classes instead of only one during the summer semester, so now my days were packed and I always felt exhausted.
As I rushed from my building, I glanced at my phone’s screen. Damn. I only had ten minutes to get to class, and I still had to walk halfway across the damn campus.
I hurried my steps.
My phone vibrated in my hand. I glanced at it again and groaned at seeing the word Mom flashing on the screen.
“Crap,” I muttered before answering the phone. “Hi, Mom.”
“Good morning, Tessa,” she said in a tone too chirpy for so early in the morning. “Did I wake you up, dear?”
Nope. I’m walking to class right now.”
“Oh, good. I’ll make it quick then.” And by that, she meant instead of talking to me for over an hour, she would try to keep it to forty minutes. Crap. “I talked to Marjorie, as you asked, and figured out something for you to give her.”
I smiled. Marjorie was my half-sister, and her twelfth birthday was coming up this weekend. I planned to go home so we could all celebrate together. Since I wanted my gift for her to be a surprise, I had asked Mom to find out what she wanted.
“What is it?” Being tight on time, I entered the bookstore in the student center, deciding to cut through it instead of walking around the building. “What does she want?”
“A cheerleader outfit from your school.”
“W-what?” I halted in the middle of the bookstore and almost bumped into a girl who was browsing books around a tall shelf. “Sorry,” I mouthed at the girl. I resumed walking, hurrying my steps even more.
Yes.” I could see my mom pressing her lips together, trying to contain her disdain. “She’s into cheerleading now. She has two weeks of cheerleading summer camp starting next week, and she wants to wear something special. During a conversation, she mentioned that the cheerleaders from USC have the coolest outfits.”
I pushed the bookstore’s door open and exited into the center courtyard. “You mean the sluttiest.”
“Tessa!” My mother cleared her throat. “Anyway, that’s what I found out.”
“And you would be okay if I gave her a micro skirt and a cropped top?”
“Not really,” she confessed. “Maybe give her a picture of them? Or just the pompoms? I don’t know. I gave you a tip. Now you make do with that.”
I shook my head. “All right, Mom, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” She paused. “And how are you doing?”
I sighed. My mother always asked me that. Even when she didn’t call, she texted me at least twice a day to make sure I was okay. Since she married Paul fourteen years ago and had Marjorie and Melissa, she had been trying to give me more attention. She always emphasized I was an important part of the family, even if Paul wasn’t my real father and the girls were only my half-sisters. I appreciated her concern, but she would never truly know how I felt. To be honest, not even I knew. However, I did know I wasn’t really part of that family, and when I moved away for college a year ago, I confirmed that. I left and nothing changed. They didn’t need me. They didn’t even miss me.
“I’m fine, Mom.” I rounded a corner and the science building came into view. “I need to go. My class is starting soon, and I don’t want to be late.”
“Of course,” she said, and I pretended I didn’t hear the hurt in her voice. “Of course. Hm, text me later, okay?”
“I will. Bye.”
I turned off the call and shoved my phone inside my jacket’s pocket. Crap. I had only two more minutes to enter the damn building and get to the fourth floor.
I climbed the front stairs leading up to the doors two by two, and after a few steps over the wide landing, reached for the doorknob.
Tessa.
My hand froze. I froze.
“Hey, get out of the way,” someone said, shoving past me to open the door and get inside the building.
Slowly, I turned around and sucked in a sharp breath.
Landon stood at the base of the stairs, his eyes on me and his hands shoved inside his jeans pockets.
Damn. He was even more handsome—and hotter—than I remembered. When he was a teenager, Landon had worn his light brown hair past his shoulder, and I couldn’t decide what was sexier: when he left it down, or when he pulled the strands into a ponytail on his nape. But for the last few years, he had cut it short on the side and a couple of inches longer on top, just enough to touch his bright eyes. The new cut emphasized his chiseled jaw, wide shoulders, and overall tall, strong frame.
Since my father had taken him in when he was ten years old, and I had been seven, I had hated him with every fiber of my being, but I could never, ever deny that he was too handsome for his own good.
And, from the lopsided grin he always offered to me, I was sure he knew that.
He didn’t carry that lopsided grin now. In fact, his full lips were set into a thin line. A knot formed between his thick eyebrows, and his always-amused hazel eyes now stared at me as if he had committed a crime and was here to confess.
Landon took two steps up the stairs. “Hi.
Hi.” I considered being civil and polite by asking him how he was and how things were going, but I didn’t have that kind of patience. Not with him, not with my father. I walked to the edge of the stairs. “So, why are you here? Is my father in town, and he wants to have dinner with me? Oh, wait, dinner is too long for him. A coffee from some sidewalk vendor while you two go over clues of your latest investigation?”
Landon flinched but didn’t break the stare. “I’m here because I need to tell you something.” I hated how even his voice was, rough and deep. It went too well with his entire package. Shame he was my father’s adopted son, and I hated him for that.
“Then tell me.”
Landon ran a hand through his hair, pushing the strands back, but a moment later, they were in his eyes again. He climbed the rest of the stairs and towered over me. “You better sit down.” He jerked his chin to a wooden bench a few feet to the side.
I crossed my arms. “I’m fine like this.”
He groaned and caught my elbow. “Then at least, let’s get out of the way.” He pulled me to the side, so we weren’t standing right in the middle of the building’s entrance while students and professors walked past. He fixed those eyes on mine. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit down?”
Landon …” I sighed.
“You’ve been warned,” he said, his voice hard. “Isaac was working a case this past month and …”
He paused, making my patience spike. “Spit it out.”
He let out a long breath. “Your father was killed.”
My heart seized. I took a large step back and fell on the bench. It couldn’t be. My father was one of the best, if not the best out there. He had been in the business since he was born. He knew all there was to know.
“W-what? How?”
Landon shook his head. “The details don’t matter.”
I glared at him. “It matters to me.”
He held my deadly stare. “We were played. We didn’t know what it was. I still don’t. I just know it was playing with us.”
“It,” I whispered. “So, he was killed by a …” I sucked in a deep breath.

Landon nodded. “Yeah. Your father was killed by a demon.”