Christine Feehan The Dark Series Novels & Stories

The sound sweeps across my skin, raising the hairs along my arms. I know that voice. His presence is nearly enough to pull me out of the darkness, clawing my way toward the surface. But just as quickly as his voice came, it slips away. And then I’m falling once again. Shapes appear and recede from the shadows. A Shifter—her hair like silver. She looks familiar, though I don’t know her. Lips as red as blood, eyes as blue as the ocean. She turns, looking almost ethereal as the shadows converge, wrapping around her like a lover. She sinks into the darkness, the blue of her eyes fading.