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Endless Chase
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
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Endless Chase
ISBN 9781419919954
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Endless Chase Copyright © 2009 N.J. Walters
Edited by Shannon Combs
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book Publication May 2009
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E NDLESS C HASE
N.J. Walters
Dedication
This book is for all of you who have come to love the Dalakis family as much as I
do, and who asked for Chase’s story.
Thank you for taking this journey with me and for embracing the Dalakis brothers,
the women who love them, and their extended family.
Endless Chase
Prologue
She stood in the shadows, feeling more at home there than in the light. As the man
she’d searched for these past five weeks poured rich red liquid from the decanter, the
scent of blood filled her nostrils. The temptation to kill him now was almost
overwhelming, but she restrained herself. Information was what she needed and dead
men didn’t talk. But his time was near.
Oblivious to the danger swirling around him, he strolled toward her and thrust a
crystal goblet in her direction. “Drink.” Suspicion darkened his eyes as he held up his
glass in a silent toast. “It’s too bad you didn’t arrive sooner. You could have shared in
the kill.”
It was too bad. That was one more death on her conscience. But what was one
more? He was a pawn, nothing more. She suspected they were all just pawns in this
game, shuffled and moved by a master player. But she was a willing one. Taking the
goblet from his outstretched hand, she raised it to her lips and drank it in one swift
swallow, knowing that was what he expected.
His smile sent a shiver down her spine and she knew she was in the presence of
pure evil. Laying the empty glass aside, she returned his smile as she shifted closer. “I’ll
bet a man of your many talents is privy to all sorts of secrets.”
A name sprang into his mind almost immediately. She heard it as clearly as if he’d
said it aloud. Vasili. She felt power and fear surrounding it. Who was this person to
inspire so much awe and trepidation in a monster such as this? Something deep in her
gut told her this was the information she’d been searching for.
Now that his mind was open, she focused her psychic power, grabbing on to his
mind with all her might. He froze, his mouth falling open on a silent scream as he tried
to fight. “Who is Vasili and where can I find him?”
An hour later, satisfied she’d learned all she could, she walked to the door, the
pungent smell of gasoline trailing behind her. There was no sound from the monster
she’d just dealt with. For his latest victim, it was too late, but there would be justice.
Stopping, she foraged in her coat pocket and pulled out a pack of matches she’d
picked up at a local bar. Flicking one match against the flint, she watched as it sprang to
life, its orange glow illuminating the scene before her.
She lit the entire package from the lone match, watching as the flames soared
higher. When she tossed it into the room there was a giant whoosh as it rushed forward
and met with the gasoline. Satisfied there would be nothing left to identify her, she
turned her back on the grim scene and walked away.
She knew exactly where she was going next.
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