It was in the wind and in the very water he felt flowing beneath the ground. Energy rippled in the air and came up through the ground. Life sometimes threw curves at the most unexpected times-yet he should have known this might happen. Gavriil pressed his hand tightly into his thigh and held it there, his heart suddenly beating hard in his chest. Not a small nagging itch, but a full-blown do-something-this-minute-to-alleviate-it itch. Yet here he stood in the early morning, dawn streaking long rays of light through the velvet black of night with his well-ordered world crumbling around him so that he felt the earth actually move under him. He wasn’t real, was nothing more than a shadow someone might catch a glimpse of. He lived in a shadowy world, and moved through it like a phantom, a ghost in the night, leaving dead bodies in his wake. If he came out of the shadows, even for a moment, it was to deliver that killing blow.įew ever saw him. He carried death with him the way others might carry their identities, because he was death. It was instinctive, automatic and a natural part of him. He knew more ways to kill or torture a human being than he could count. He was thirty-seven years old and he’d been in that world since he’d been a child. He was most comfortable in that world because he understood it. The few people he had ever allowed himself to feel even a drop of friendship with had eventually betrayed him, and he simply counted those painful moments as important lessons to be learned. He had no friends, and he thought of everyone he encountered as an enemy. There was never a time when anything shocked or surprised him. There was never a moment that he wasn’t ready for. He planned his every move, and his contingency plans had backup contingency plans. His life was one of absolute discipline and control. That was an entirely different kind of pain, and one he was completely unprepared for. Until pain wasn’t about the physical or the mental, but all about the emotional. If he was going to survive, if it was even possible with pain as his companion, he would come to terms with it-and he had. Gavriil Prakenskii had decided some time ago to make pain his friend. Pain could be the first thing one felt when waking and the last thing one felt when falling asleep. It could cripple, rob one of breath, of dignity, of quality of life. It could live and breathe, existing in every cell in one’s body. But how can Lexi find happiness with a man steeped in secrets and shadows, one intimately acquainted with violence, and whose very love could be the death of them? He is Gavriil Prakenskii, and he’s awestruck by the woman he’s rescued. Lexi was discovered and threatened-only to be suddenly saved by a stranger. But she never forgot the terror she left behind or the always present fear that the cult would find her again, and claim her. After escaping from a cult, Lexi found refuge with her sisters on the farm that more than sustained her body-it nurtured her soul as well. On the shores of Sea Haven, six women touched by great loss have come together in a sisterhood strengthened by the elements-a bond each will need as new love and danger enter their lives. #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan returns to the mysterious coastal town of Sea Haven where a woman is stalked by her inescapable past in the fourth novel in the Sisters of the Heart series.
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