Free Master of the Night by Angela Knight

were wearing protection, I could feel the power stirring in Agent Grayson.”
    â€œAgent Grayson?” He repeated, and frowned as the second part of the agent’s sentence sank in. “What power?”
    â€œParker!” the black agent hissed.
    â€œDidn’t she mention it?” The blond smiled pleasantly. “She’s Outfit, too. And a Latent, unless I miss my guess. We thought she might be.”
    Reece stared at him in shock, his mind working frantically. Jesus, who’d told them about Latents? This was a major security breech. The High Council was going to have a mass stroke.
    As he struggled to work through the implications, Erin scrambled to her feet, dressed again in her snug red gown. Fighting with her zipper, she snapped, “Avery, who the hell is this guy? What are you doing here?”
    Parker smiled at her pleasantly, clapping a hand on the big man’s shoulder as he reached into his lapel with one hand. “Actually, he’s getting ready to die.”
    Before even Reece could react, the blond jerked out a knife and plunged it between his partner’s ribs. Avery choked out a gasp, his eyes going wide. He toppled.
    Erin’s scream rang across the garden. “Avery!”
    Reece didn’t look back as he shot toward the two like an arrow from a bow, intent on taking Parker down. He’d crossed the twenty feet separating them and was reaching for the blond when the agent threw up both hands.
    Reece glimpsed a violent flash of manifesting magic just before he slammed into an invisible wall. The impact drove the air from his lungs. Before he could suck in another breath, something closed around his body and snatched him off his feet.
    â€œWhat the hell?” He struggled to free himself, but the spell held him suspended like an ant in honey. Instinctively he started to look around for the Maja who’d caught him.
    And glimpsed Parker’s hands. Hands surrounded by a familiar magical nimbus.
    Impossible! Reece thought, shocked. Men don’t become Majae.
    Then he remembered his conversation with Lance and Grace earlier in the night: the Council’s conviction that the Death Cultists were using magic without a Maja’s involvement.
    Oh, hell, Reece thought as the bottom dropped out of his stomach. This isn’t good.
    The grin on Parker’s face was wide and white and not entirely sane. “God, what a buzz. I get a power spike from any killing, but nothing gives quite the same charge as murdering somebody who trusts you. I feel like I could light up Atlanta.”
    â€œGeirolf!” Erin spat furiously. “It’s you, isn’t it, you son of a bitch?”
    Reece twisted around in the spell until he was able to catch a glimpse of her from the corner of one eye. She hovered three feet off the ground, caught in the same kind of mystical power field that had trapped him.
    Her expression was contorted with rage as she sneered, “So you’ve given up the demon scam in favor of passing yourself off as FBI?”
    Parker laughed. “Actually, I’m not Geirolf. Though I’m flattered you’d think I was. And he’s not a demon.” His eyes glinted. “He’s a god.”
    â€œYou’re also not FBI,” Reece growled. “What the hell are you?”
    â€œOh, to the contrary, I’m definitely FBI,” Parker said, strolling closer. “In fact, I work for Mike Richards.”
    Reece’s counterintelligence contact. The light dawned. “You’re the mole.”
    â€œAnd you would have made me the minute you laid eyes on me in Mike’s office,” Parker agreed cheerfully. He looked at Erin. “Almost as fast as they made you when you joined Death’s Sabbat. The disguise was good, baby, but you can’t fool a god.”
    â€œGeirolf’s not a god,” Erin gritted, her voice rough with exertion as she fought to escape the spell. “He’s a con artist with