Publisher's Synopsis
A gentle touch caressed his skin. The motion slowed the violent images from his mind. It was adding to the music of death and was the voice of power.
"You cannot kill me you have nothing!' The words twisted inside him until something touched his hand. The grip, so tight it would not let go.
He opened his eyes to the sound of an angel that could calm his rage.
"Victoria."
Soaring through the night sky, looking nothing more than a streak of light. Cold air rushed into his mouth giving him strength. His mind exploded into something powerful. Concentrating harder on her voice, using new energy to move forward in the darkness. All that mattered was saving her. The voice came again.
"Alex."
He inhaled deeply, his lungs expanding with strength. A memory flashed sending heat through his heart.
"I will kill who touches her again!"
