Marisol’s vest could cloak her.
Something she found out as she edged around Gabriel Ramirez's property. He’d killed forty more innocent people. And one of them had been the roommate of the girl Jeremy cared about. Not an immediate loss of someone they cared about, but still.
Someone was lost.
Someone had died, a lot of someones even, and it was Gabriel Ramirez's fault. His hands were drenched in blood. And it was her fault she hadn’t stopped him before. But now, she would.
Her daughter would be protected if she lived or died in this endeavor, but she didn’t plan on dying.
Aurora needed her. And Stephano...well he was her mate.
Walking on the edge of the property, Marisol ignored a couple of succubus’ f*****g in the bushes who were unaware of her drifting by. Creeping pa
