Demon Love. Georgia Tribell

      Dread settled in the pit of her stomach; he wasn’t telling her everything. “Was anything else messed with?”

      Thor took another drink, draining the glass before he answered. “The timer on all of your Particle Grenades had been reset to zero.”

      “If I’d used them I’d have been incinerated instantly.” She sat perfectly still absorbing this new bit of information. She wrapped her arms about her midsection. Her close call with death had been a lot closer then she’d realized. “Who wants to kill me, Thor?”

      “Hell if I know, and it’s all I can seem to think about.”