Jocelynn Drake - Dawnbreaker

Amanda and Knox had resumed their lives in Savannah with little change, even though they seemed to watch over me a little more closely than before. We all seemed more cautious now that the naturi were lurking in our world. No one appeared willing to hunt alone, and our relationship with the shifters was irreparably torn and shredded.

The song on the dance floor changed to something slower, more melancholy. I scanned the crowd. I wasn’t in the mood to hunt and didn’t particularly need to feed. Strangely enough, I was growing bored. I had missed my city, but now that I was here, I felt restless. I shut myself away from the rest of my kind but Tristan in an attempt to be alone, but I now felt an eagerness to be moving again. Too much had been left unanswered after Machu Picchu, and I was forced to wait for others to act. A part of me wished to see Danaus stride through the door, a frown on his dark face, with news that something horrible had happened. But even he disappeared after Machu Picchu.

A new emptiness had swelled in my chest when I thought of him. The world had grown colder in his absence. Somehow I’d become accustomed to the warm brush of power that emanated from him, the feel of his thoughts and emotions standing on the outskirts of my mind.

With a sigh on my lips, I was about to leave the Dark Room to look for a quieter spot to pass the evening when I felt someone vaguely familiar enter the dance club. Tristan stepped through the entrance and visually scanned the dimly lit club for me, but he wasn’t the one that had piqued my attention. I paused and sniffed the air, catching the faint hint of a cologne I hadn’t smelled in a while. Slowly, I lifted my feet from where they rested on a chair and placed them on the floor as I sat up. My eyes immediately fell on a slim face that put a smile on my lips. James Parker sidled past a large tattooed man with purple hair, his hand nervously straightening his dark blue and red tie. The gold-rimmed glasses of the Themis researcher glinted in the pale smoky light.

My tongue flicked across my teeth and I smiled, fangs slipping past my lips. Danaus would never have sent the Themis researcher into my domain. He would have come himself if he wanted something. However, the white-haired warlock Ryan could be interested in playing, and he would be the one most likely to send an emissary to fetch me.

Maybe my night was looking up after all.

I’d like to give a special thanks to the dynamic duo that sees me through every book. To my amazing agent, Jennifer Schober, and my brilliant editor, Diana Gill, thanks for all your help and support. I would also like to thank the Florence, Kentucky, Geek Squad for seeing me through some unexpected computer-related trauma. Thanks for your patience and hard work.

By day, JOCELYNN DRAKEis a clean-cut financial analyst writer, but in her free time she writes about a dark underworld where vampires rule. The bestselling author of Nightwalker and Dayhunter, she lives in Kentucky.

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