![]() He opened a briefcase filled with sensitive electronics, retrieving a minuscule GPS beacon/listening device. He was well aware that a gun couldn’t kill an immortal, but an armor-piercing round between the eyes at close range could bring one to the ground. More cartridges filled the pockets of his camo pants. He strapped his sword to his side, then checked the pistols in his dual holster and the extra cartridges in his dark flak jacket. After turning off the ignition, he readied for the night with a swift efficiency born of years of combat. When he spied lightning in the distance, he pulled off into the thick brush, deep enough to conceal his truck. ![]() Yet he reminded himself that tonight’s target would be merely another capture, yet another prisoner he delivered to the Order-the mortal army to which he’d pledged his life. ![]() Perhaps because no other magister had ever captured a Valkyrie? Ever since he’d received her dossier two weeks ago, Declan had been impatient to seize this female. ![]() Though his head was splitting from lack of sleep and his usual tension plagued him, he felt a measure of excitement about his mission. Declan Chase eased his Humvee down a winding bayou drive leading to Val Hall, the estate where a notorious coven of Valkyrie lived. ![]()
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