"This isn't like my father," I said. "You have to look me in the eye if you want to kill me. Hasn't there been enough death?"

Rafael and Levi tensed, ready to spring into action.

Isaac didn't shoot me and when I met his eyes, he broke the stare first. He sagged. "You're right."

Then he shot me in the leg.

"Son of a bitch!" Pain, true unadulterated pain railed through my body. For months, I'd had my Jezebel magic to ease my discomfort in daily life with my ...