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344 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 24, 2025
"You’re not the first man who’s tried to scare me. To hurt me. This is nothing,” she said. Quiet. Cold. Defiance bleeding out of every pore.
I could’ve laughed. I almost did, in fact. But instead, I looked. Really looked. At the scar arcing above her brow. At the bruises blooming along her knees. At the steel in her spine. Someone had tried to break her and failed spectacularly. Someone had marked her, carved into her like she was nothing. And yet here she stood. Breathing. Insolent. Beautiful.
She wasn’t brave. Brave was too clean a word. She was survival, forged ugly and sharp.
"I am the firstborn son of Heaven,” he said, his voice echoing as though a thousand voices spoke through his own. “Cast down, crowned in fire. The beginning of wrath. The end of mercy.” He took a hard step toward Eddie, and the ground cracked under his boot. “I’m the thing your priests warned you about,” Damon said, his voice like oil and ash. “I’m the reason you don’t sleep at night when you sin.”
By the time we were finished, the room looked like a crime scene out of a nightmare. Blood pooled thick in the carpet, blackening the weave. Smoke curled from split beams and molten metal. A severed tongue lay lazily along the floor. Flesh stuck to the wallpaper. Teeth were embedded in the drywall. Death stepped back, hands on his hips, head tilted like an artist evaluating his latest masterpiece. “I think that went well.”
“You better not be peeking,” I muttered.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” came Death’s reply, dry as bone and twice as brittle. “You’re clearly mid-tragedy.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled, and for once, it wasn’t cruel. It was quiet. A little sad. Once I was clothed, enough to feel armored but not enough to feel okay, I exhaled hard and crossed the room. Death hadn’t turned from the window, but his shoulders were too still. Like he was bracing for something.
“I’m good now,” I said.
He turned to face me, cigarette smoldering between two fingers, his profile half-shadowed. “That’s a lie,” he said. “But I’ll allow it.”