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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 18, 2020
He rejected the idea that the people he knew, the people he loved, were the monsters that St. James said they were. That anyone could be judged simply by what they were rather than who they were.



“You’re three thousand years old. You don’t get to lie here and whine and pule over some…some boy. A Hunter, no less. Wake up and do what you gotta do, and for fuck’s sake, stop being such a godsdamned baby.”
He felt heavy. Not just physically, but mentally. The checklist of what needed to be done was extensive.
Jasper Craig had taken his hand and told him that he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. . .It was the sort of memory a person should be able to lock away in their heart, drawing it out only when the path grew darkest. But now, it was poison. It turned his already bad mood worse.

The first card represents you.” Crimson tilted his head to see over Alan’s shoulder. “And I’m…what? A drunk Bengal cat riding a unicorn?”

So here it was; if Jasper told them about the safe houses, people would die, and it would be his fault. If he didn’t tell and the vampire was cozied up in one of them, snug and sound, people would still die. And it would still be his fault.
"Will you wait for me?". . ."No. Probably not.". . ."I'm sorry, Jazz. I love you, and if you need me, I'll be there. But I can't just sit around waitin' for you to need me either. That's not fair.". . ."Don't get it confused. You already have my heart, and you can have the rest of me whenever you want, but not unless I can have the rest of you too."
“I want you more than anything else,” he said. When he said it like that, Jasper could only believe him. “That’s what I want too,” Jasper whispered. “You, I mean.”