Hellion - Book 7 in the Relentless Series

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Jordan Shaw is one of the Mohiri’s best young warriors. Fearless and bold, she’s passionate about completing every job and living life to the fullest, even if that means breaking all the rules.


When Jordan encounters a demon believed to have been killed off centuries ago, her discovery sends ripples up to the highest levels of the Mohiri. While they discuss how to face the biggest threat to humanity yet, she prepares herself for the mission of her life. She’s not afraid of danger or dying, and she’ll fight to the last breath to save her family.


There’s just one problem – the frustratingly fierce male warrior who calls to her demon. In her heart, Jordan knows he’s her perfect match, but she has things to do before she’s bound to a mate. Like saving the world.

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Feet pounded on pavement, and I looked up as Raoul filled the doorway with Mason and Brock behind him. Raoul’s lips pressed together as he took in the scene.


He scowled at me. “You turned off your radio?”


“Of course not.” I patted the inner pocket of my jacket where I carried the small device, but the pocket was empty. Crap.


I gave Raoul a sheepish smile. “It must have fallen out when I jumped off the laundromat.”


He sighed and rubbed his forehead.


“You jumped off a two-story building in those boots?” Brock asked with a lopsided smile. “Hot.”


Raoul shot him a warning look. “Do not encourage her.”


I huffed angrily. “How the hell do you put up with that?”


“He doesn’t usually talk much.” She chuckled. “Come to think of it, I’ve never heard him say that many words together at one time.”


“Don’t I feel special.” A new thought occurred to me and I turned back to Raoul. “You said he can do what he wants. Does that mean he can take over the command center and start bossing us around? Because I’m telling you right now, that’s not going to work for me.”


Raoul sighed. “No, he won’t take over, but you need to play nice and cooperate with the investigation.”


“I’d never jeopardize an investigation.” I was insulted that he would even think that.


He gave me a pointed look. “And you’ll play nice.”


I stuck out my chin. “I will if he will.”


Brock snorted and Mason muttered. “Is it too late to get reassigned to the East Coast?”


“Did you know you have a big rip in the back of your jeans?” Vivian asked.


“Yes, and these were my favorite pair. They made my butt look great.” I put my hand over the tear that bared half my ass and looked over my shoulder at her. “This job is hell on the wardrobe.”


Everyone laughed, everyone except him. I glanced at him, expecting to see his usual glare, but instead I found his gaze fixed on my backside. His eyes lifted to mine and my breath caught at the heat that flared in his for several seconds.


I lifted one corner of my mouth in a half smile that let him know I’d caught him checking me out. He answered with a scowl.


I left feeling like I’d finally won a round against him. It was a small victory, but I’d take it.


“I swear to God, I’m going to end up strangling him if he stays here much longer,” I ranted into my phone. “It’ll be justifiable homicide. No one who knows him could blame me.”


Laughter came from the phone and I glared at it. “This is not funny, you guys.”


“It so is,” Beth said before dissolving into giggles.


Sara made a sound that was between a laugh and a cry. “Oh, God. I think I just peed myself.”


That sent the two of them into another fit of laughter.


“Beth, you’re now on my shit list,” I grumbled.


“Me?” Beth choked out. “What about Sara?”


I scowled at the evening sky. “She gets a pass this time because she’s preggers and she’s susceptible to bouts of insanity.”


My Mori did that fluttering thing again and a wave of excitement came from it. Like steel to a magnet, my gaze was drawn to the warrior on the other side of the room.


My body stiffened involuntarily as a growl filled my head along with a single word. Mine.


Shock rippled through me and I swayed on my feet as the truth slammed into me.


Solmi, my Mori said fiercely.


My mind began to race as panic set in. No, no, no! No way. This is not happening.


The voice in my head became more insistent. Solmi.


Shut up! I tore my gaze from him, trying to silence my demon, but it was too late. The damage had been done.


I walked outside and started for the main house without a backward glance. I needed to make some plans before the day got any older.


“Where are you going?” he called.


“Things to do,” I said over my shoulder.


“Whatever it is, it can wait. We are not finished here.”


Bristling at the command in his tone, I spun back to face him. “Oh, we’re finished alright.”


He frowned. “Are you forgetting we are bonded?”


“Not anymore. I hereby release you from the bond.”


“Release me?” he repeated the words as if they made no sense to him.


“That’s right. Since neither of us want a mate, there’s nothing else to talk about.” I turned my back on him again. “Have a nice life.”


“God, this just keeps getting worse,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.


“I’m flattered to hear you think this is worse than our bonding.”


“I’m glad at least one of us can joke about it.” I stopped walking to scowl at him.


He gave me one of his almost smiles. “Getting angry about it will not change our situation, and it will be an uncomfortable few days if we dwell on our misfortune.”


I rolled my eyes. “If this investigative thing doesn’t work out for you, you really should think about a career in the greeting card business.”


“I will take that into consideration.”


Sara’s and Nikolas’s eyes met, and they smiled before he left us.

“What did he just say to you?” I asked her.

She chuckled. “He asked if we could live in Russia until our daughter is twenty.”

“Hey!” I yelled after him, knowing he could hear me. “Would you rather have me or Eldeorin teaching her the facts of life?”


Sara snorted. “He said to tell you our home is your home.”

I nodded smugly. “That’s what I thought.”


The door opened. I didn’t look because I knew it was him. For a minute, he stood there watching me throw knives at the target.


When I finished, I moved to retrieve my knives, but he walked over and pulled them from the target, where they were embedded up to the hilt.


“I’m not overexerting myself,” I said to his back.


“I know.” He faced me, the corner of his mouth tilted up. “I feel safer talking to you when you’re not holding weapons.”

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