Sometimes, he didn't really care either way.

This was the best way to live-or die, depending on how he landed. Him and scattered with boulders, but the wind was in his face, the scent of pine was in his lungs, and adrenaline was pumping Have him trembling with exhaustion by the time they reached the Harrowgate in the valley miles below.Īhead, the mountain face became a sheer cliff, and he leaped, catching air under his skis. The powder was thick on top of an unstable snowpack, the slope steep, and the effort it took for Con to navigate it all would The last time he and Luc had heli-skied, the dropĪnd the risk of avalanche had been far, far less. Him to hover at thirty feet instead of the inches he normally held at when letting human skiers off the bird.īut no, Con didn't do anything the easy way, or even the same way twice. The dude had nearly stroked out when Con told Heli-skiing-to bring them up higher on the mountain, hauled ass out of there. The helo sounds faded as the pilot, who had called them all kinds of insane but had agreed-for quadruple his usual fee for The lulling quiet lasted only until Luc hit the snow and hurled insults at Con again. Soft whoop-whoop of the helo blades and the swish of his Rossignols as they cut the fresh powder. The sky was clear and blue, and here above the timberline, the silence was broken only by the Tugged his ski goggles down over his eyes.Ĭon hopped his skis twice to pull himself out of the snowpack that still glazed the peaks of the Swiss Alps, and then he was Was equally strong, but he wasn't nearly as fast, as Con had proven by hot-loading out of the helicopter before Luc had even 'There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.'Ĭon barked out a laugh at Luc's shouted insult, even as he hit the snow hard enough to shatter a human man's thigh bones.īut Con was a dhampire, a rare cross between a werewolf and a vampire, and he was made of stronger stuff.

Desire Unchained by Larissa Ione