The Beechfield Bank of Barbados was a handsome building.
What was happening upstairs? Jacks imagined skeptical conversations, phone calls being made, undercover cops storming the place. Every stray glance from the bank tellers and the sole customer, an old lady with a walking cane, slashed at him.
"How's Bella?" Jacks asked. Farzan's voice turned flat and ironic. "She's fine. You want me to put her on the phone?"
Farzan's heart leapt out of his chest. What did he have in his bedroom to ward off an attacker? His lap top? A wire hanger bent into a hook? He went to his closet and grabbed the only weapon he could think of – his prized logger, steel-tipped boot.
Jacks would finish this business with The Glaring. He would never let any harm come to the people he cared about.
On the run after killing a Hunter from The Glaring, Jacks travels to the Bahamas with his only clue to what the secret society’s assassin was after: his maker’s key to a safety deposit box at an offshore bank. A thirty-day legal procedure holds Jacks up from uncovering what could be a hidden treasure.
Meanwhile, Jacks meets an alluring ex-pat named Maarten who hosts a nonstop pleasure cruise for disaffected werecats who have no interest in the politics of their kind. With his nerves scratched raw from living on the run, it’s too tempting of an escape for Jacks to turn away. But while he’s cruising the Caribbean and spending his nights in an orgiastic cuddle pile, The Glaring lays siege to New York City in a night of terror. Jacks’ boyfriend Farzan fights for his life and tries to reach Jacks overseas.
Jacks needs to emerge from a binge of drugs and flesh to defend his boyfriend. But can he give up the chance to be with his own kind for the first time in his life? When the secret in the safety deposit box is revealed, Jacks realizes that it’s up to him to get it before The Glaring uses an arcane magic that could destroy humankind.