THERE WAS NO CONTROL IN THAT MOMENT

She was first flushed, and then chilled. She was terrified, but craving. She was seeping liquid heat, and locking up in solid awareness. The contradictions battered her from the inside out and she felt wildly, deliciously out of control of it all.

The warrior felt the female's heart pounding madly beneath him. She was aroused. He felt a tremor shimmer through her and he was pressed with the urge to rub himself up against her supple body. It made no impression on him that he was still weak and wounded. He was blind to everything but the sensations and the desires of his instinctive thoughts.

Elijah was no stranger to women-he enjoyed them immensely, in fact-but this was something quite remarkable. Never had he reacted so strongly, so quickly, to a female before. Except, perhaps, one other time. But he had refused to acknowledge it then for what it was, excusing it as part of the heat of battle. The very idea of it had been utterly appalling because the woman in question had been-

That was when recognition finally set in.

Elijah's eyes went pale, just as the rest of him did, as he finally realized exactly who it was he held pinned beneath this body. Who it was he was feeling this outrageous craving for. And who it was that was responding with an inconceivable reciprocation of heat and interest.

"Siena," he hissed, his hand finally leaving her throat to reveal the gold and moonstone collar she wore.

Also by Jacquelyn Frank

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DAMIEN:The Nightwalkers



Published by Zebra Books

ELIJAH:

THE NIGHTWALKERS

JACQUELYNFRANK



ZEBRA BOOKS
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

www.kensingtonbooks.com

For my rabid fangirls:

Ange, Alaska
Denise, Dragoneen
Jabberwookie, Jennifer
Lasair, Lila
Magic, Nephilim
Serena, Shoshana
Stacy, Stella
Thatch, Treca
Vickie and
Renee (who is also my bestest childhood friend)
As well as everyone else who has helped me through all my ups, downs, ins and outs this year.
Eye candy, anyone?!?

Also,
For my very own stalker, Amy,
This one's for you guys!!!

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

PROLOGUE

Whosoever wishes to know the fate of Demonkind must consult these prophecies...


...as magic once more threatens the time, as the peace of the Demon yaws toward insanity...


...it will come to pass that in this great age things will return to the focus of purity that Demonkind must always strive for. Here will come the meaning and purpose of our strictest laws, that no uncorrupted human shall be harmed, that peaceful coexistence between races shall become paramount...

-Excerpts fromThe Lost Demon Prophecy

...it is therefore forbidden for any of Demonkind to mate with creatures who are not their equals, not of their nature, not of their strength and power. Those lesser creatures are ours to protect from ourselves, not to be violated in impure sexual abomination. This is the law and the will of nature. The dog does not lie with the cat; the cat does not lie with the mouse. Whosoever breaks this sacred trust must suffer under the hand of the law...

-Excerpts fromThe Original Scroll of Destruction

Elijah fell to his knees, clutching at his chest as warmth spread between his fingers, staining them and his white shirt a bright crimson. He looked down at the blossoming picture of his life's essence spreading over the material, almost with the fascination given to the sprawling, artistic circlets of a tie-dyed shirt.

The warrior Demon was astounded.

He had been injured repeatedly over his centuries-long lifetime. He was certainly no stranger to it. Everything from mystical electricity to wicked blades made of the brutal, burning iron that was so toxic to his kind had cut into him in one way or another over the ages. Some wounds had been serious enough to leave scars in spite of his remarkable innate healing powers, some had not. But never had he been injured in a way he would consider a truly mortal wound. Mortal to others was not mortal to him. Mortal to the average Demon was also not mortal to him, if only because of his stubborn refusal to succumb to something so passé as death.