It’s all over the internet: Traumatized, bruised, and broken humans, whimpering about the supernaturals who attacked them. Supernaturals they shouldn’t know exist.
I’m Everleigh Cole, a half-angel hybrid, currently serving fifty years working as an enforcer. My crime? Exposing my human best friend to the supes and having the audacity to prevent the Council from disposing of him.
My overprotective partner, Alaric, is driving me wild trying to keep me chained to the desk. But this time, the risk of exposure is too high to leave me behind, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about the proximity change, because I could cut the tension between us with a blade.
When all the victims wind up dead before we can question them, we’re left with more bodies than clues, and an increasingly hostile Council on our backs. To make matters worse, I can feel that my twin sister, Clara, is in mortal danger, but as usual, she doesn’t want to listen.
Making it through this flaming ball of chaos will take a miracle. Hopefully, I only get burned.
I’m Everleigh Cole, a half-angel hybrid, currently serving fifty years working as an enforcer. My crime? Exposing my human best friend to the supes and having the audacity to prevent the Council from disposing of him.
My overprotective partner, Alaric, is driving me wild trying to keep me chained to the desk. But this time, the risk of exposure is too high to leave me behind, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about the proximity change, because I could cut the tension between us with a blade.
When all the victims wind up dead before we can question them, we’re left with more bodies than clues, and an increasingly hostile Council on our backs. To make matters worse, I can feel that my twin sister, Clara, is in mortal danger, but as usual, she doesn’t want to listen.
Making it through this flaming ball of chaos will take a miracle. Hopefully, I only get burned.
