Forgotten Faces

Some call him the Angel of Death, but Caleb knows better. He doesn’t kill. He erases life. Centuries ago, the Higher Powers created him to walk the terrestrial plane, eradicating those from existence who have either earned punishment or asked for dissolution. No attachments, no commitments, no problems.<br><br>His latest assignment should have been as easy as the rest. But the second he gets invited into Leandro Warnell’s remote Alaskan cabin, Caleb knows something is different. It’s more than the overpowering physical attraction between them. It’s more than the inconsistencies that have plagued this assignment from the start.<br><br>It’s the mark Leandro wears over his heart, the symbol unique to Caleb’s body. Because the only way he could’ve got the tattoo is if Caleb had given it to him…and the man who’s collected memories for the last thousand years has no recollection ever meeting Leandro before ...

Vivien Dean

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Chapter 44

Plus, if he was right, I had the added bonus of walking away with Leandro, free and clear. For that alone, I had to try.

“All right,” I said, and caught Leandro’s hand. “We’re in.”13

The fever made it next to impossible to keep up with them. It burned behind my eyeballs and left me alternately light-headed and weighed with stone. I spent more time with my eyes closed than I did actually helping them prepare. Every time I looked to see what they were doing, they appeared in a different corner of the room, or wearing different clothing, like I was making jumpcuts through time with each mini-doze I lapsed into.

I tried to stand up once to help. Bad idea. I made it halfway before my stomach lurched, and I vomited all over the blanket one of them had covered me up with, not stopping even when it settled into dry heaves. Lemuel eased me back onto the couch, while Leandro whisked the soiled cover away, returning with a new one and the order to stay still.

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