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| FEATURE AUTHOR | closet, Providence is descending into an apocalyptic wasteland. With the abrupt shut down Blood Ops, Nina and Frankie are forced to rely on questionable allies to battle Leila, a powerful witch/vampire hybrid hell bent on creating an indestructible supernatural army. She also happens to be Nina’s mom. Alliances are tested and relationships fractured as Nina and her band of supernatural crime fighting misfits are pushed to the breaking point. Excerpt My 1968 Triumph Bonneville screamed on the downshift, and I lurched forward. The force almost shot me over the handlebars. Frankie’s bike engine whirred as he raced to catch up with me. A bullet whizzed past my ear, the close call more a matter of luck than skill. It was the first nearmiss since these clowns started shooting at us three miles back. Now we were coming up on the Thurbers Avenue exit on Interstate 95, and the goal was to lose them on an upcoming curve of the highway. Mia’s long arms snaked around me, hanging on for dear life. She squeezed my midsection hard. For a 70-year-old lady, she had one hell of a grip. I hoped the nervous squeeze was from the sudden increased speed and not a bullet, since over a mile ago, I had sworn to her that the idiots chasing us were absolutely, positively, definitely out of bullets. My bike was a steady 130mph, not even close to top speed. The goons behind us were on those crotch rockets — fast but zero muscle to them. We could lose them once we got past Thurbers, the deadliest stretch of highway in Rhode Island. Not like it mattered much. Frankie, a vampire, was already dead, so a crash wouldn’t kill him. But if I died, I would go from half to full vampire, and honestly, I wasn’t up for eternal life right then. Ever since my own mother Leila unexpectedly rose from the dead, killed my aunt 26 | UncagedBooks.com

and unleashed hell on earth, I wasn’t too keen on sticking around forever. The only exception was if I could exterminate as many of these punk-ass vigilantes as possible. But first things first — getting Mia out of here. Frankie and I were tasked with getting Mia from the safe house to the airport. Bertrand, the demon mayor of Providence, had hooked us up with a supernatural sympathizer who worked for one of the few airlines still running out of TF Green. The plan was to smuggle Mia onto the last cargo plane flying out that night. It was departing at 11:40 p.m. sharp. Mia would fly to San Diego, where she’d be smuggled to a remote safe house just over the Mexican border. The operation was like an apocalyptic version of the Underground Railroad for witches, vampires and other supernaturals, or supernats, who wanted to live peacefully and discreetly among humans. As a coven elder whose magic was so strong that it rivaled pretty much all witches, Mia was an important figure among supernats, Leila included. Even when she wasn’t practicing, Mia oozed magic. That kind of power put her straight into Mommy Dearest’s crosshairs, a very dangerous place to be. Leila would be able to get a read on Mia easily. We needed to get to that plane. Nice and easy, I pressed on the brakes as the road began to bend. But instead of following my lead and slowing into the curve, Frankie flew past me. “What the hell are you doing?!” I screamed over the wind, knowing his sensitive vampire hearing would pick up my voice. Before he could respond, he lost control and his bike went into a skid. His body, still attached to the bike, slid across the asphalt roadway, spinning out of control for a solid 100 feet. The slam of bike and body against the cement barrier boomed through the quiet night. “Frankie!” I yelled into the wind. My instincts screamed at me to open the throttle, but I forced myself to slow down as I negotiated the dangerous roadway. When I got through the turn, I stopped the bike in

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