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356 pages, Paperback
Published August 26, 2023



And I don't think I can admit it's a sin. Certainly not when the act is tender, but also not when it's rough, debasing. It's all love. It's all love for my body. Perhaps I don't feel guilty for what I do. Perhaps I feel guilty because it is expected.
I realised it the frist day we came here--he was using me for information, perhaps is still using me, like I know more than what I've told him--and I think I forgot about that. I saw his desire and his niceness and believed for a moment it might be more than something physical. He is telling me now, almost outright, that Leo Shaw will always come first.
Some of that joy is innocent; I know my brother is glad for the knowledge, the lessons on how to defend himself, and I remember hearing Thaddeus crying in relief the night of his graduation, guranteeing our safety in London so long as he was a practising Hunter. But the darker side is that Thaddeus loves the glory. The power he has ove rour family.
We share the trauma of being the sons of Mr and Mrs Jones. There is no one else in this world who unterstands.
"I want," she says, "to live happily."
"Well, that's nice. But it's a pipe dream. The closest you'll get to that is here."
Fred makes a noise. "If we stay, we'll only be their fodder. You ever seen an old Hunter?"
Frustraded, Silas groans out, "Then declares something else!"
"But it's the only thing I'm good at!"