Free Cast in Faefire: An Urban Fantasy Romance (The Mage Craft Series Book 3) by S.M. Reine

to herself as she typed. She felt a bit stupid about it.
    She felt slightly less stupid when the search brought up several results.
    Five individual demons, one entire class of demons, and three shifters.
    “Oh my.”
    Marion took out her cell phone and plugged it into the computer. She didn’t need to be a hacker to copy the records over within minutes.
    That should have been all that Marion risked. Sanctuary witches may have already alerted Rylie to what she was up to. It was time to run home to study the files on goat-looking women. But she had access to so much information, and she was still giddy from the brush of energy she’d felt in the school.
    Marion typed her own name into the OPA search field.
    There was one primary record, which she copied over to her phone’s memory. That one file took much longer than the nine listings for “goat women.”
    While it downloaded, she skimmed the notes.
    There were a staggering number of personal testimonies submitted by OPA allies talking about Marion. The testimony at the top had been submitted by Rylie. It was a video, which played as soon as Marion clicked on it.
    Rylie had been filmed somewhere that looked like a living room. “Now?” she asked the camera, patting her straight blond hair to neaten it. “Right now?”
    A voice off-screen said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
    “Yes, she’s dangerous,” Rylie said, as though answering a question that had been asked before filming. “I’ve watched her grow up, and she’s had sleepovers with my kids, but—what do you expect me to say, Fritz?”
    “I want to know if you think we can trust her,” said the man, presumably Fritz. “What threat level is she?”
    “The highest,” Rylie said. “You should absolutely be prepared to kill her. I have been for years. We’d be stupid if we weren’t prepared to kill Marion Garin.”

7
    M ost people stopped when they hit Rock Bottom. Seth went lower. He wrapped his wounds in cotton and leather and descended to the recesses of his past.
    With a snap of his fingers, he returned to the werewolf sanctuary.
    Seth remembered the last time that he had visited the sanctuary outside Northgate. He’d left Las Vegas while UNLV had been on winter break, hoping to get insight into a case he was working with the police. It hadn’t been the case that had broken him—the one with the vampires, with all the blood—but it had been the one right before that. And he had been considering moving back to the sanctuary.
    He’d arrived from dry, barren Nevada to find Northgate buried under snow taller than he was. Everyone at the sanctuary had been assigned to shoveling duty. Even after Genesis, when Rylie had snowplows at her disposal, the pack had still preferred manual labor.
    Seth had grabbed a shovel and jumped in out of habit. That was just life at the sanctuary. Everyone worked together to make things happen. They were one big family, even if it had become far bigger after Genesis.
    Rylie had been working one of the smaller side roads. The Alpha still hadn’t been too good to do her own work, and she’d been happy to have Seth join in.
    “Our security’s been great,” Rylie had said to him. “The wards do a lot of the work. Then we rotate out nightly schedules with patrols, just like we used to with the cooking.” Her hair had been trapped under a saggy knitted hat, but a few flyaway strands had floated around cheeks pinkened by cold.
    Even wrapped in multitude of layers of winter gear, her form had been petite but strong, both fragile and unbreakable.
    Her belly must have been swelling with her next child, but Seth hadn’t been able to tell that under the jacket.
    “Are you even listening to me?” Rylie had asked, not unkindly.
    He hadn’t been. He’d just been looking at her, drinking in the sight of the woman who had once been his world. “Sorry. What did you say?”
    She’d reached up to pull his hat over his ears, then swipe her gloved hands over his shoulders to