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spoke. “Excuse me? A visit from whom?”
    “I would assume the Reapers.”
    “All of them?” The slight inflection in Falcon’s voice meant the news had shaken the unflappable Tracker as much as it had Marcus. “Where are you?”
    Marcus looked around the drear church he had been searching. “I can be at Staten by nightfall.”
    “It will take about thirty-six hours to get everyone here,” Falcon said.
    “Just make it happen, Victor didn’t act as if we really have a choice in the matter.”
    “Did he threaten you?” Falcon asked.
    Marcus snorted. “Your sense of humor is hysterical.”
    “I’ll see you by nightfall.” Marcus looked down at his phone and shook his head. Since spring, when he had met up with Ryder and his brothers, his life had changed drastically. The Trackers considered him a brother, which meant being treated like a brother, and entailed pulling asses out of fires. And being talked to like an idiot, this was apparently a trait brothers had. Marcus had nothing to compare it too, his brethren in the Congregation of Angels would never dream of talking to each other the way Trackers did. Moreover, he didn’t know if any of his fellow Angels or Fallen would have his back the way the Trackers did either. With Fallen disappearing like they were, Marcus never complained about having a backup plan of the Trackers either.
    He walked out into the fresh air of the fall morning, leaving the musty smell of the old church behind him. He searched his memory for any time in history he knew of when the Reapers had requested an audience with anyone much less Trackers and Fallen. He came up blank. Yeah, his week was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
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    “Marcus.” Kyra smiled and stepped into the circle of the Fallen’s arms as he came through the door. Ryder stood behind his bonded mate growling, to irritate the Tracker he pulled Kyra in closer.
    “It’s good to see you,” he whispered into her ear.
    “Let her go, or I’ll break you in half,” Ryder snarled.
    Marcus laughed and let her go, then extended his hand to Ryder. “It’s good to see you as well, Ryder. I see your territorialism regarding Kyra hasn’t lessoned since the summer.” Ryder took his hand and pulled him in for a bone-breaking pat on the back. “It is good to see you, Fallen. And no, it hasn’t, so keep your hands to yourself. How has the hunt gone?” Marcus snorted. “Not good. Calliope might as well have never existed for the amount of evidence I have found on him.”
    Kyra laughed and it brought joy to Marcus’s heart it sounded like the tinkling of bells. “Did you expect him to just swoop down from whatever perch he has claimed and say, ‘Here I am, would you please lock me up in a Pandora’s Box again?”
    Kyra leaned into her bonded-mate who wrapped an arm around her waist. Ryder looked down at Kyra and smiled. Marcus had to acknowledge the stab of jealousy that flickered through him. As a Fallen Angel he knew ultimate love, but the love of mortals, and specifically the love Ryder and Kyra shared, shook all the beliefs he had built regarding love. Something deep inside of him craved it so profoundly it physically hurt. He thought he had it once. But what Kyra and Ryder shared eclipsed anything he had ever seen or felt before. It spoke volumes of the love he thought he had found so many years ago.
    “How many are here?” he asked to cover his envy and jealousy.
    “Everyone but Bowen, and Cameron. By the way, what happened between the two of you? Cameron came back pissed as hell three months ago and said you were impossible.” Ryder laughed.
    The information didn’t surprise Marcus. Being young and stupid, Cameron didn’t listen to a damn thing anyone said. He thought he knew everything. He continually did stupid and reckless things just for the adrenal rush. Marcus had worked with him for four months before sending him packing.
    “He is hot-headed and should be locked up until he grows up a