Rebecca Zanetti - Shadowed

I have many people to thank for help in getting this book to readers, and I sincerely apologize for anyone Ive forgotten.

Thank you to Tony, Gabe, and Karlina Zanetti, my very patient family, for giving me time and space to write, as well as lots of love and excitement. Also, congrats to Gabe for the undefeated arena football season, and to Karly for first place in the KGSA softball minors division this year;

Thank you to my talented agent, Caitlin Blasdell, who works so very hard for her authors. I am so grateful to be working with you. Thanks also to Liza Dawson and everyone at Liza Dawson Associates for the hard work and encouragement.

Thank you to my amazing editor, Alicia Condon, who has such wonderful insight into characters and motivation . . . and is one of the kindest people Ive ever had the privilege of working with;

Thank you to all the folks at Kensington Publishing, especially Alexandra Nicolajsen and Vida Engstrand because theyre such a joy to work with, and Im always so happy to see them at conferences. Thanks also to Arthur Maisel for the excellent copy edits.

Thank you to my critique partner Jennifer Doroughwho one day said . . . I think Jase should be with Brenna Dunne, dont you?

Thank you to Deb Stewart for her very generous donation to the Excel Foundation last year;

Thank you to Kim Killion and her colleagues at Hot Damn Designsyour covers are spectacular;

And thanks also to my constant support system: Gail and Jim English, Debbie and Travis Smith, Stephanie and Don West, Brandie and Mike Chapman, Jessica and Jonah Namson, and Kathy and Herb Zanetti.

Theres a vampire here to see you, said a chipper voice from the office doorway.

Brenna Dunne glanced up from the stack of ledgers toward her best friend. I dont have any appointments today.

Deb shrugged a delicate shoulder. Since when do vampires make appointments?

Good point. Brenna pushed her glasses up her nose. She was the only witch in existence who required reading glasses. Did you see who it was?

Nope. Deb Stewart had never been much of a vampire fan. They all look alike to me. She mock-shrugged. Though, when I passed by the conference room, vibrations of some seriously strong energy made the air heavy.

Huh. Brenna folded her glasses to tuck in her pocket before standing. The room swayed.

Deb frowned, and lines of concern fanned out from her brown eyes. How did your treatment go this morning?

Terrible. Brenna grimaced. The treatments have stopped doing any good. In fact, having the doctors replace her blood was just a waste of time at this point.

Thats what I thought. Deb shuffled the stack of papers in her hands. Maybe its time to tell the council.

Aye. The room stopped tilting, so Brenna skirted the desk. Ill need to submit my resignation soon. She could barely stand up, much less participate on the Council of the Coven Nine, the ruling body for witches the world over.

Deb tilted her dark head toward the pile of paperwork on the desk. Any marriage proposals?

Three proposals and two death threats this week. Brennas legs wobbled as she reached the doorway.

The usual, huh? Deb said.

Brenna paused to regain her bearings. Yes. Man, I need to get my strength back.

Deb patted her arm. The doctors will find a cure. Im sure of it. I know. Brenna forced a smile as they both lied.

Deb swallowed. Ill take the afternoon meeting with the Dublin economic group for you.

Relief and gratitude swept Brenna. Thanks. I owe you once again. She slid into the hallway. Wish me luck with the vampire.

Luck, Deb muttered as she bustled in the other direction.

Good thing Deb had fallen in love with and married a witch. She and a vampire wouldve been a disaster.

Brenna eyed the wall of windows as she walked. Lightning flashed outside the windows, and the Liffey threw up whitecaps. Nothing like a December snowstorm in Ireland to get things interesting. With her diminishing vision, the world morphed into different shades of gray outside.

She carefully picked her way along the hallway to push open the door to the small meeting room.

Her breath caught. Jase.

Jase Kayrs sprawled in one of three overstuffed chairs, reading a stack of papers neatly attached inside a manila file folder. A fire crackled behind him, while the storm raged outside the full wall of windows to his left. At her entry, he flipped the file shut and stood. Brenna.

She swallowed and fought the urge to step back. At one time, Jase had been the most charming male shed ever met. Now, a predatory danger cascaded off him in waves. Dressed in a dark shirt, faded jeans, and combat boots, the vampire was anything but a typical soldier. He even looked different, having cut his brown hair short in contrast to the wild mane he used to sport.

Deep copper eyes glowed from his chiseled face and illustrated a torment he apparently hadnt triumphed over.

Mindful of manners, she hastened forward and held out a hand. How are you?

Fine. His hand swallowed hers in heat as they shook. A wicked scar had faded to a long white strip above his right cheekbone, making him look even more dangerous than before. For a vampire to scar, he mustve been near death when sustaining the injury. Considering the demons had tortured him for five years before nearly cutting off his head, he had been as close to death as possible without succumbing. Not as crazy as everyone thinks. How are you?

Fine. Not as odd as everyone thinks. Her knees wobbled, and not just from her illness. The vampire had presence. All male, all danger. Her heart sped up even as it broke from that deadly scar on his immortal face.

I never thought you odd. He released her and gestured toward the chair facing his.

Brenna sat and smoothed her hands down her pencil skirt, suddenly grateful shed dressed up. There was a time shed had a colossal crush on the youngest Kayrs brother. Ah, Moira didnt mention youd be visiting Ireland. Moira was Brennas older sister who had mated Jases brother, Conn. They mainly lived in Oregon at the vampire headquarters.

She and Conn are chasing a witch whos abusing physics up in Canada. I didnt tell them I was heading over here. Jases gaze raked Brenna. Youre pale.

Irritation and an odd hurt warmed her chest. She slowly ran her gaze from his boots to his head. Hard, ripped muscle showed clearly through his clothing. Cut angles made up his handsome face, leaving shadowed hollows matching those in his eyes. Youre, ah, fit. Been working out?

Something like that. His gaze intensified, but she couldnt read his thoughts.

She cleared her throat. Why are you here?

The door swept open. Hes here because I asked him. Councilwoman Northcutt, the head of the Coven Nine, glided into the room. She wore a long maroon skirt and matching top, and had pinned her dark hair up in a business-casual look. As the ruler of the witches for the last five centuries, the woman could dress.

Brenna straightened her posture. Hi, Aunt Viv. Did you want me in on this, or shall I attend the economic meetings?

Viv settled herself on the third seat. I want you here.

All right. Brenna eyed her aunt.

Vivs dark eyes narrowed, and she clasped her hands together before focusing on Jase. Did you read the file?

Yes. He handed the manila folder to Viv.

Brenna glanced at the folder. What file?

Viv met her gaze. Your medical records.

A ball of dread slammed into Brennas stomach. Excuse me?

Viv sighed. Did you really think we wouldnt notice your deteriorating health?

Panic wanted to rise to the surface. My medical records are private, said Brenna.