There was no way to read his tone or his mood. But his eyes—now, those occasionally told a tale.
Blanking her expression, she turned. And immediately wanted to sigh. He had such a devastating half grin.
The touch of his fingers and thumb on her chin cautioned her to put some distance between them—as she should have done six weeks ago.
Was his mouth moving closer? Being around him, she let curiosity chase away good sense. She ran her own finger down the side of his throat to the shadowy hollow at the base. “Pulse rate’s up a little, Rogan.”
The man was gorgeous in a dark and dangerous way. Eyes that could weave a spell with a look, great hands, even better mouth…
She’d let herself fall under his spell at the safe house and again after the funeral. So why, with two mistakes to her credit, couldn’t she walk away and be done with him?
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jasmine Ellis—Her ex’s meddling combined with a three-hundred-year-old legend have put her life in jeopardy.
Rogan—The rogue cop saved her from a drug lord, but can he protect her from a murderer who’s using an old legend to stalk her?
Daniel Cory—Jasmine’s ex has endangered her life twice since their divorce.
Malcolm Wainwright—The drug lord died during a prison break. Allegedly.
Brent Boxman—Jasmine knows him from her stint at a safe house, but why is he in Raven’s Cove?
Sergeant Costello—He knows Jasmine is under threat. He also hates that he was forced to retire.
Victor Bowcott—The safe house cop is in love with Jasmine.
Cyrus Bowcott—Victor’s twin brother has as many secrets as the residents of Raven’s Cove.
Donald Dukes—The chameleon cop disappeared. But is he dead or alive?
The Raven’s Tale
When lost and angry soul did meet,
Sly spirit cloaked in dark deceit,
That whispered low within the mist,
Of vengeance and false justice, hissed,
And twined until the soul, confused,
Unable to resist, bemused,
And willing to forsake his faith,
Bade spirit enter. Like a wraith,
The darkness crept in, seized control.
The two now intertwined, now whole,
Saw death descend upon the town.
As spirit grew, held lost soul down,
Regret, repentance rose and cried,
Please help the one ensnared inside.
But darkness had its claws sunk deep,
Would not relinquish hold, would keep,
Soul prisoner forevermore,
Brooked no escape to any shore.
Bright spirit heard but could not break,
Dark spirit’s grip so deeply staked,
Could merely transform man to bird,
And offer hope through cryptic word.
Sleek raven now can steal no breath,
Can cause no harm, incur no death.
But feathers three placed on the door,
Means life within is destined for,
Untimely end. The raven knows,
And with that knowledge, torment grows.
Yet on the day death gains no ground,
And though portended is not found,
Where feathers three by raven placed,
Should death be met and duly faced,
And conquered, then tormented soul,
Will freedom wrest from evil fold.
Unfettered soul may rise, move on,
No more pernicious spirit’s pawn.
Until that day shall raven fly,
The darkness call and people die.
Until the one is once more two
The raven’s curse holds fast and true.