Never More by Dana Marie Bell Read Free Book Online

sending her best hunter after him, a man known for his cleverness and cruelty, and he wouldn’t just target Raven. He’d go after Raven’s newfound friends and family, making sure they all suffered before they died from horrific wounds to both their bodies and souls. Sayyid would love to get his hands on anyone associated with the Hob. He was the most bitter about their father’s so-called rejection, unaware of the lies the Dark Queen had spewed, poisoning his heart against everything Robin stood for.
    Sayyid was one of the ones Robin knew without a doubt would never turn to the Gray. He adored Titannia, viewing her as a mother figure and a goddess all in one. He would die before betraying her. Raven would have no choice but to kill him if he went after any of Robin’s patchwork family.
    He’d have to warn his father of who was coming after him. It was only fair. Robin would want to assign guards to his people, protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. Michaela especially would be vulnerable. She might be Tuatha Dé Danann, but she was so new she still shone. Protecting her would be Robin’s number one priority.
    “Shh.” Raven reached down and pressed his hand to the redcap’s chest. “You’ve given, and now you shall receive.” He flexed his fingers, bringing a swift end to the redcap’s life. He stood, shaking off the feeling that he’d missed something vital.
    He couldn’t return to the Dunne farmhouse without first inspecting the car and its battered victims. It didn’t take him long to find the earpieces they’d been wearing. He swore softly, wondering who, if anyone, had heard his conversation with Bonearse.
    Raven plucked one of the earpieces out, loathing the thought of inserting it into his own ear but finding no other options if he wanted answers. He placed it into his ear, listening silently for any hint that there was someone else on the other end.
    Nothing. Not even static. The piece was either dead, or had been cut off.
    Raven gripped it hard, and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the now-familiar number and waited for his favorite smart-ass to answer.
    If anyone could help him with this, it was Liam.
    “Yolo!” Liam spun in his chair and spoke to thin air. Who needed a cell phone when you could simply tap into the local cell tower?
    There was a reason he was called Big Red. As the head gremlin, Red had more power than any three gremlins combined. He could tap electrical impulses that had been turned off, make a GFI outlet spit out enough current to stop an elephant’s heart and make a race car go from zero to sixty without once touching the gas pedal. Or being in the car.
    Or the state the car was in.
    Hell. He could kill someone with his brain. Brain waves were nothing more than chemistry and electrical impulses. One zap, and it was bye-bye bad guy.
    Being a gremlin fuckin’ rocked .
    And then there were times when it didn’t, like now, when he was staring at the picture of a dead Sidhe lady. A prominent one, whose death would bring the White Court down on Oberon’s head.
    Whoever had done this was silent and lethal. A sword stroke that took off Lady Mei-Xing Zhuansun’s head cleanly, implying great strength was used. No signs of forced entry, no fae magic, and no witnesses to question. Just a decapitated fairy lady who’d been vocal in her distrust of one Raven Goodfellow, née MacSweeney.
    Needless to say, some obvious conclusions were being drawn, conclusions Li just couldn’t see. Raven was Gray Court now, sworn to Oberon and, more importantly, to Robin. Robin had asked Li to look into it for him, but so far Li was drawing a big, fat blank. Her ladyship had been home alone when she was killed; no Internet activity had occurred, no phone calls in or out until the one where her bondmate called in the Blades, much to the White Queen’s dismay. It seemed the husband did not share his spouse’s distrust of the Gray Court and wanted an impartial view of her