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The Taken Chapter 3

The Taken Chapter 3



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Published by HarperVoyagerBooks
New York Times bestselling author Vicki Pettersson begins a breakout new series–a sexy, supernatural noir mystery featuring a fallen angel and a reporter.
New York Times bestselling author Vicki Pettersson begins a breakout new series–a sexy, supernatural noir mystery featuring a fallen angel and a reporter.

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Published by: HarperVoyagerBooks on Jun 07, 2012
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Chapter Three
n the dream, Gri was driving through the desert, waiting or Vegas to rise out o the inky darkness like a neon mirage, just as he had fty  years earlier. Evie was straining orward next to him, as i she could  orce the car aster with the weight and heat o her body, like she could bend the entire world to her will with her curves alone. She’d always been like that. Taken the not-inconsequential gits God had given her— beauty, jets, guile— and parlayed them into bigger game than her Iowaroots allowed. More than what her simple amily had expected o and or her. Certainly more than what Gri could give.
He elt it when she inally shited, turning to him, though he didn’t dare look back. “Your love should have saved me.” “I know.” “You weren’t strong enough.” Gri kept his eyes on the narrow, snaking road. “I know that,too.” 
“Are you strong enough now?” Was he? He had a strong title, Centurion, and a strong job,helping others. And even i Centurions were the lowest celestials on the totem pole, he was still an angel. That had to count or something.But would he be having these dreams i he were truly strong? No. He’d have already healed rom the trauma o his death and moved on into Paradise. Tightening his hands on the wheel o  his dream ’ity-six Chevy Bel Air, Gri sighed. Incubation was supposed to have pulled these lashbacks rom his mind. Yet they regularly reached up in the guise o a dream or an unintended thought and coldcocked him, like a ighter sprung early rom his corner. And in that brie, lashing moment, even in the Everlast,Gri remembered, and elt, it all.“I don’t have to be strong,” he inally said, reusing to dwell onit. “I’m dead.”  And that’s how he got through his days. His job was to escort Takes to the Everlast, that’s all. Didn’t matter i their deaths had been accidental, i they’d been murdered, or i they’d severed the rip cord themselves. It wasn’t his responsibility to igure out how they’d gotten that way. Not anymore.Evie laughed beside him, like she could read his thoughts.“Yet you still help people. Never could break you o that sot habit, could I? All the time, helping others instead o just keeping  your head down and doing or us. And look where it got you. Look where it got me.” He inally did turn to her, and she was just as pretty as he re-membered. Eyebrows plucked into perection above irises o dipped chocolate, blond hair styled into waves so lawless they were severe.But she was also angry. “I don’t know where it got you,” he said.He’d never seen her in the Everlast. She’d probably bypassed 

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