Chapter 45

It had been hours since Rhye dropped Livia off at her place, and now that the alpha had finally left her, she was able to retrace her hunting grounds and look for the Fae who wanted her dead. Now,

She walked among them undetected, just another afternoon rush-hour commuter trudging through the fresh snowfall on her way to the train station. No one paid any mind at all to the petite female in the hooded oversized parka, her scarf concealing her face to just below her eyes, which watched the crowds of human pedestrians with keen interest. She knew it, but she couldn’t help it.

She was anxious about being out among them and impatient to find her prey.

The pound of rock music blaring in through the tiny earbuds of a portable MP3 player rang in her head.

Livia crossed at a traffic light and moved up the road toward the station. She could see people talking as she passed them, their lips moving silently, their words—more important, their thoughts—disappearing by the aggres