Generation 18 (Spook Squad 2)

The Darkest Kiss

Deadly Desire

Bound to Shadows

Moon Sworn

THE SPOOK SQUAD SERIES

Memory Zero

Generation 18

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

KERI ARTHUR, author of the New York Times bestselling Riley Jenson Guardian series, has written more than two dozen books. She’s received several nominations in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Awards and recently won RT’s Career Achievement Award for urban fantasy. She lives with her daughter in Melbourne, Australia.

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SAMANTHA RYAN PLACED HER HANDS on the front of her boss’s desk and said, “I want a transfer, not more of your damn excuses.”

She knew that speaking to Stephan in such a manner wasn’t the best idea, especially when he was the man in charge of both the Special Investigations Unit and the more secretive Federation—a man who’d ruthlessly do whatever it took to get the answers he needed or the job done. She knew that from firsthand experience; she’d suffered through his interrogation without the medical help she’d required after she’d been shot while trying to stop the shapeshifter imitating her partner—a man who also happened to be his brother.

Not that she thought he intended her any sort of harm right now. He had as much interest in finding out who and what she was as she did. But he certainly could make her life hell—though how much worse it would be than her current hell was debatable.

She leaned across the desk and added, “Sir,” a touch sarcastically.

Stephan Stern raised one blond eyebrow, as if mildly surprised by her outburst. An outburst he’d known was coming for months. “You know I don’t want to do that.”

“I don’t honestly care what you want. This is about what I want.” She pushed away from the desk, unable to stand still any longer. Damn it, she’d spent more than half her life with her head in the sand, cruising through life rather than participating, and she’d had more than enough. The time had come to get greedy—to think about her wants, her desires, for a change. And what she wanted right now was not only a more active personal life, but a working life that involved something better than a broom closet. “Transfer me back to State, let me resign or find me another partner. As I said, I don’t care. Just get me out of my current situation.”

Her angry strides carried her the length of the beige-colored office in no time and she turned to face Stephan. His expression was as remote as ever, but she’d learned very early on that Stephan was a master at hiding his emotions—and that his dead face was just as likely to mean fury as calm.

“I prefer to leave you with Gabriel, as I still believe you two will make a formidable team.”

Sam snorted softly. “That has never been an option, and I think we both realize that now.”

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried, for God’s sake. But her partner was still going out of his way to exclude her from everything from investigations to chitchat. Access to the SIU’s vast computer system just wasn’t worth this frustration and unhappiness.

Especially since she was getting jack shit in the way of information about the past she couldn’t remember. Hell, her dreams were providing more information than the SIU’s system. The only trouble was, how much could she actually trust the dreams?

And how much could she trust the man who constantly walked through them?

She didn’t know, nor did she have anyone she could talk to about it—and that was perhaps the most frustrating thing about this entire situation. She needed to get a life. Friends. People she could trust and talk to. Hell, even a pet would be better than going home alone to a soulless hotel room every night.