DANGEROUS LOVE
Somewhere out there, in the tangled dark of Moras territory, a man who had spent five years hiding from justice was finally about to make his first real mistake — and Elison intended to be there when he did.
He thought, briefly, of Lance — of the way he'd gone still and pale in the middle of dinner weeks ago, murmuring about some nameless dread he couldn't explain. *Something very bad is about to happen.* At the time, Elison had chalked it up to nerves, to the aftershocks of whatever trauma still lived unspoken beneath the surface of him. Now, standing here with a name finally attached to the threat, he wasn't so sure it had been nerves at all.