A Demon's Work Is Never Done — Connie Suttle

Lexsi:


Tears of flame dripped down my cheekstears for Kory and for me. The fire net burned my hands whenever I touched it, but I couldn't let it harm him any more than it already had. Kory's wings, with burn-holes between ribs, beat to help me get the net off him.


Kory screamed as the net sunk farther into sections of his backit was designed to burn flesh until it had completely passed through its victim. I shook my hands to rid myself of the wad of net I held and reached for the part that was burning Kory so badly.


Lexsi:


    Who is behind the plot to kill us?

    What do they want?

    Where are they?

    Why me? 


My to-do list is overwhelming...


Kordevik:


    How can I keep my Thifilathi in line, when it wants Lexsi now?

    How do I keep the werewolves, shifters, vampires and humans around me acting civil toward each other?

    How can I protect Lexsi and the others, when the enemy wants to destroy all of us?

    How did I get myself into this mess? 


A Demon's Work is Never Done...