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    Lost Souls: The Vampire & Werewolf Chronicles, #3
    Lost Souls: The Vampire & Werewolf Chronicles, #3
    Lost Souls: The Vampire & Werewolf Chronicles, #3
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    Lost Souls: The Vampire & Werewolf Chronicles, #3

    By Chrissy Peebles

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    This is book 3. 

    Logan and Sophia dig deeper to find the Falcars that plan on destroying the entire immortal race. Sophie struggles to accept the supernatural world around her while Logan fights to put his life back together. Sophia can no longer deny the attraction between the two of them, but realizes she must stay focused on her training and taking down her enemy.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDark Shadows Publishing
    Release dateMar 9, 2017
    ISBN9781540114518
    Lost Souls: The Vampire & Werewolf Chronicles, #3

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      Chapter 1

      WHAT CAN I SAY TO MY friends when I just sneaked out in the middle of the night, steal their car, and have a little chat with their mortal enemy in an ancient cemetery? Obviously, the best answer for their accusatory glares was simple: I’m hungry.

      The words echoed out in the tense silence that had enveloped the car, and at first, no one seemed willing to break it. There was a brief pause, during which four pairs of glittering eyes burned into my face. Then came a collective steadying breath as they all turned deliberately back to the windows. The witch and the wolf, in particular, looked so angry that I thought they might literally explode.

      Of course, such awkward, uneasy silences are never meant to last. Not only that, but the magical community is known to have a rather hot temperament when it comes to such things.

      "You’re...hungry? Julie repeated with flat affectation, not a shred of emotion coloring her words. Is that right?"

      The car surged suddenly forward, taking the hairpin turn without decelerating, even without magical protection. The five of us lurched into the air, then slammed back against our seats as the seething witch let her silent opinion of my request ring out loud and clear.

      Ow!

      Her blue eyes locked onto mine in the rearview mirror, widening with false innocence as she steered the car back to the center of the lane.

      Sorry, Sophie. Were you saying something?

      I rubbed the back of my head with a rueful glare, and the car fell silent once more.

      Sitting by my left elbow, Cindy turned in her seat to gaze out the back window at the tire tracks that spiraled off the road and toward the cemetery—not the new ones Julie had just made but those telltale ones I’d made myself, burning evidence of my earlier spin-out. Her brow tightened, but she didn’t say a word.

      Right on cue, Fred glanced over, and they shared a look over my head. It was as if the duo shared something more than attraction; they had a telepathic connection of some sort. When one of them was overcome with any intense emotion, the other could read it like a book. Sure enough, a second later, my fangy friend cast a quick look out the window at the tire tracks, then turned back around and glared at me with a thoughtful frown on his face.

      Don’t do it, Sophie. Don’t you dare feel guilty. You have nothing to feel guilty for, I told myself. It was easier said than done, but I knew I was right. I took my own advice, and, through sheer force of will, kept my eyes straight ahead, ignoring the heart-melting looks of concern on the faces of the immortals sitting on either side.

      When we’d first piled back into the car, the four of them had taken up automatic positions, as if the seats were reserved. In the rush to leave, I had simply been swept along. As it stood, I was sandwiched between Cindy and Fred in the back seat. I wasn’t sure if that was by random chance or if the two of them were worried I might make another run for it, but at that point, it hardly mattered. I had been given no choice in the matter, and after the stunt I’d just pulled, I would have been surprised if either of them let me out of their sight.

      The car I’d made off with in the middle of the night apparently belonged to Julie, because she had no problem sliding right into the driver seat and throwing the thing in gear. Logan was quick to take shotgun. Maybe he chose the front seat because he wanted to keep scanning the trees for Vincent, constantly sweeping his eyes back and forth like some sort of Secret Service agent at an inauguration, but honestly, he didn’t seem particularly eager to be in such close proximity to me, especially after I’d subconsciously thrown him twenty feet backward across a field.

      The image flashed back to me as we tore down the road. I recalled the sheer force that resonated from my fingers, a surging power I never even knew I had. I would never forget the look of shock on his handsome face as he was lifted into the air, then slammed back to the ground in a heap.

      Under normal circumstances, I would have had the basic human decency to feel guilty about such a painful accident. Under normal circumstances, I would have taken Cindy’s and Fred’s cursory glances to heart, and I would have apologized for my indisputably reckless behavior. Under normal circumstances, I might have even acknowledged or registered that I was guilty of grand theft auto. The issue was that nothing about those circumstances was normal. Thus, I wasn’t concerned with how anyone else felt, not for one minute. As far as I was concerned, I had done what I had to do. Desperate times, desperate measures, I justified to myself.

      I had never been arrogant or selfish, but the prophesy was always about me, me and me alone. That wasn’t easy for me to swallow, being the person I was, but it had recently been made very clear. The prophecy weighed heavily on me, and looming death was beginning to feel inevitable. It was all mine, mine to deal with, and mine to shoulder alone. And I can handle it, no matter what it takes. I can figure it out. Just look what happened tonight, I encouraged myself, since I certainly didn’t seem to have a cheering section in the car. I stared death in the face and won, if only for the moment. I had been given a window of time, however little it was, to postpone that death forever, to destroy the man who had destroyed my family, before he had the chance to do the same to me. I wanted a future, and I had only a small chance to rectify the wrongs of my past so I could have it. I was grateful for that, because my real relatives were not so lucky.

      I just had to get my head on straight, to tap into that same ancient magic I’d felt at the cemetery. I was the chosen one, whether I liked it or not, some answer to a prophecy, a savior everyone needed me to be, but first, I needed a little fuel for the journey. Hey, a girl’s gotta eat, right? I said snarkily, a remark that earned me no laughs.  I saw a Taco Bell in the next town just up the road.

      Taco Bell? For breakfast? Fred asked, looking at me as if I’d lost my mind.

      Yeah, dummy. They can do some pretty amazing things on the cheap with eggs and tortillas. Besides, they’ve got the best coffee in town.

      Damn, he said, with an envious look in his eyes. I sure miss that stuff.

      I leaned forward to point, complexly unfazed by the tension around me. Just get me to the drive-thru, I said.

      A low growl started humming in Logan’s chest, and a shower of neon green sparks shot from the tips of Julie’s fingers, only to land with a dangerous hiss upon the unsuspecting dash.

      Fred, Julie said, unwilling to actually look at me, you’re pretty rational sometimes. I can’t tell if she actually wants me to blow her up. Please advise.

      No need to be dramatic, I muttered. It’s not like—

      The car braked abruptly, shushing me with the forward momentum that sent my forehead smashing into the center divider in front of me.

      So much for not being dramatic.

      A pair of cool hands pulled me gently back, but Fred seemed reluctant to get involved. It certainly does seem that way, doesn’t it? he answered quietly, shooting me a chiding frown while keeping a wary eye on Julie all the while. Let’s just not do anything hasty.

      Let me be clear, she interjected. I’m fine either way.

      I just want a little breakfast, I cut in loudly. What’s the problem?

      A gargoyle, a witch, a vampire, and a wolf all turned to glare at me at the same time.

      Wow. Talk about a staring contest from hell. Don’t blink first.

      I didn’t know why they were so on edge, but even more so, I didn’t understand what had gotten into me, what had me so intent on provoking and antagonizing them. Even then, all pumped up on adrenaline and fresh off a graveside visit with the parents I never even knew I had, I could see that my friends had a point. I was everyone’s salvation, so everyone had every right to be concerned.

      The trouble was that as global as my save-the-world duty was, it had also just gotten very personal, so fucking personal that it made my head spin. While all of their concerns were justified, not one of them had been targeted by a madman. Not one other person in that car had Vincent’s bull’s-eye on his or her chest. Their names weren’t scribbled on some ancient prophecy, some ridiculous thing written how long ago but still somehow had the power to destroy my entire life. That was all on me, and, needless to say, I wasn’t exactly feeling the team spirit.

      I gave them all a smirk and a scowl. So that’s a no on breakfast burritos then? If it’d make you feel better, we can stop at the mini-mart for some Beano first.

      Not funny, Sophie. Not freaking funny, Fred mumbled.

      Oh, lighten up, I retorted. You only live once, right?

      Sometimes, he muttered.

      THE REST OF THE TRIP was completely silent, and we reached the castle well before noon. I was expecting an impromptu intervention, lecture, and/or firing squad the second we stepped inside, but much to my surprise, they all gave me a wide berth as soon as we climbed out of the car.

      I appreciated the exaggerated personal space at first. It was certainly better than any of the alternatives. Still, after only a few minutes of darting glances and quickly averted eyes, things started to get really weird. It was as if everyone was on red alert, waiting for me to make my move just because I’d dared to stand toe to toe with Vincent.

      Logan was the only one who didn’t act that way, but after that so-called kiss we shared in the woods, I really couldn’t have cared less about what the bastard had on his mind. When we piled out into the gravel driveway and headed across the bridge, he tried speaking to me, tried to shift his body so the two of us were walking together, tried catch my eye. I, in response, promptly ignored him. It was a good thing he didn’t actually touch me; if he had, I might have blasted him straight to the moon.

      I had no time for any warped mind-games hot werewolves liked to play on unsuspecting girls in the woods. It wasn’t my job to ease his guilty conscience, assuming he even had a conscience to begin with. I was one hundred percent focused on my mission, on the next big move everyone seemed to be waiting for, whatever it was.

      A soft knock on the door roused me from my thoughts. Sick of being the unwanted center of attention, of course I quickly banished myself to my room on the third floor as soon as we stepped into the foyer. At the moment when the knock came, I was sitting in the middle of my four-poster bed, working on my magic, trying to convince little flames to jump from hand to hand, like some kind of two-bit David Blaine Street Magic performance. Julie had done it so absentmindedly in the car, and that only made it even more discouraging that even with my full and undivided attention, the damn thing still wouldn’t start.

      Who is it? I called tentatively, almost happy for the distraction from my failed attempt that would have been rivaled by even the faultiest of spark plugs. That said, I would welcome only two of them in, the two who were least likely to commit a homicidal hate crime against me for what I’d done. Fortunately for the one behind the door, she was one of the lucky two.

      It’s Cindy, she answered, in a voice just as tentative as mine.

      Just a sec’.

      I extinguished the fizzling and pathetic flames and swung my feet off the bed, but as soon as I got to my feet, some uncertain emotion held me back. The hesitance in her voice surprised me. My new friends usually leaned toward unflinching certainty, and her tone certainly didn’t sound resolute. I understood that she was probably angry, and I had just enough fleeting visions of Cindy shifting into her gargoyle form that I never wanted to see her angry; her fury-fueled transformations made the Incredible Hulk look like nothing more than a harmless toddler’s tantrum. Perhaps my ban of entry should extend to all four of them instead, I pondered, standing statue still.

      Sophie? she called, when the quiet had gone on too long. I’m not Julie, you know. I’m not gonna go all psycho and try to blunt-force-trauma you to death with my car.

      An unlikely smile flickered across my face, and I unlocked the door quickly before retreating back to my bed on the other side of the room.

      Cindy walked in slowly and glanced around for a moment before settling cautiously on the other side of the mattress. As strange as it was, she seemed just as nervous about setting me off as I was of about doing the same

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