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282 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 23, 2020



Haven, if he was falling, let him fall, because nothing had ever felt so right.

He seemed impossible, this world-ending angel, like a creature made from dreams and nightmares crafted into his final male form, framed by velvet, storm-touched wings.

He saw things in others that Mikhail did not. He was a formidable angel. Those were the reasons Mikhail had saved him, surrendering half his soul in the process. There simply were no other angels like Severn.

“I was blind to it, but I see now. I see it all, feel it all. It’s not just the need to feel you, to touch you—although that need is undeniable—it’s more, and it was always there, between us… I’ve fallen for you,” Mikhail whispered, as though saying it aloud might break them apart again.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want it. I can feel how much you want me.” He straightened and tapped his chest. “Right here, around my bleeding heart.” He flung his arms over Mikhail’s shoulders and bumped foreheads. “The allyanse or whatever… Don’t turn me away. I can’t lose you. I need this… need you, no strings, no rules, no lies, just you and me, right here, in this crazy moment… We’re strangers, did you know? But I don’t want to be.”

Skin as dark as night, veins of molten lava, and wings… broad, powerful wings that inspired awe. He’d been a creature of strength, of brutal beauty, of unrelenting passion and lust and hunger, the absolute opposite of an angel. Before Mikhail had ruined him.




He’d been doing this for what felt like forever. Sometimes it felt as though he’d lived a lie longer than he’d lived the truth.
Angels did not feel. They did not rage, or weep, or regret. Emotions were inefficient.
Maybe Mikhail’s smile was genuine. Severn could only hope. If the angel was capable of feeling anything at all, it would make what was to come so much more satisfying.
But making lies true took great power, and as Severn walked the upper hallways, weaving his way through glass corridors toward his own chambers, every step felt a little heavier, and every beat of his heart thudded harder.
Mikhail’s lethal beauty was also a weapon. He was so fucking pretty even his enemies would do him, then try and kill him afterward.
His angel was a winged emotional disaster, and Severn loved him for it.
But even without his wings, Severn outshone them all, and Mikhail knew in that moment, allyanse or not, he’d protect his broken angel from the horrors of a world that would take his wings.
Haven, if he was falling, let him fall, because nothing had ever felt so right.
“Severn…” Solo said, stopping a few feet from him. The warrior’s hardness softened, and the angel’s lips turned down. “I should have seen it…” Bizarrely, the warrior came in close and threw his arms around Severn, embracing him hard enough to knock the air from Severn’s lungs. “Love is precious, brother.”
It was a sin, a terrible, primal sin.
Mikhail had fallen for a lie.
The demons were trying to cut his lies free, and he knew Mikhail would not come to save him.
Not this time.
Mikhail would come.
But not for love.
He’d come for revenge.
And he’d kill them all.
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might Contain Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱


He'd lived the lies so long they'd become true.In solid Ariana Nash fashion, Primal Sin moves along at an incredible pace in a world served up by her very vivid imagination. For those reasons alone, it's worth a read!
"Do you think all demons bad?" he suddenly asked, eyes still sparkling.In truth, there were quite few poignant moments in this tale of Angels and Demons.
"They are the enemy," Mikhail replied. Good and bad didn't come into it.
His wings still ached like they haunted him, like he could feel their towering weight, could throw them open and take to the skies.I want to give a BIG hug to MONI for reading this with me!! We'll be moving on to the next soon!
❝I need you,❞ the guardian whispered. ❝In ways I can’t make sense of.❞
❝I missed.❞ Severn paced. ❝I fucking missed.❞
❝It doesn’t matter. He’s ruined. Wasn’t that the idea?❞
❝No.❞ He stopped and faced the madam, hands clenched into fists. ❝Ruined is not enough.❞![]()
Severn would fuck him dry, destiny’s plan be damned.
The allyanse was an excuse. Love was just love, all at once simple and complicated.
Mikhail’s desires were clearly aligned with Severn’s, and would it be so wrong to fuck the angel he was destined to kill?
❝Will you serve me forever?❞ he whispered. Severn’s wicked mouth twitched.
❝Yes, Your Grace.❞
This time, Mikhail did groan his want. ❝Say my name.❞
���Yes, Mikhail,❞ Severn purred, his pink mouth sensuously shaping the letters.
❝Will you fuck me, Your Grace?❞ There was a wrongness in the way he asked, like his sadness was a lingering storm.
❝No,❞ Mikhail whispered against his ear. ❝But I will love you, if you’ll let me.❞
𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦┕━━━━━━━━━ ༄✨━━━━━━━━┙
- ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ꜱɪɴ ~ 𝟯.𝟳𝟱 ✧
- ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ꜱɪɴ ~ 𝟰.𝟱 ✧
- ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ɪɴꜰᴇʀɴᴀʟ ꜱɪɴ ~ 𝟰 ✧
This was where vengeance had gotten him.Exactly!! This is what I felt like telling the characters all throughout this book!
They kissed in the rain on a London rooftop, and Severn knew this memory was one he'd never surrender.
The full force of Mikhail's shove drove him back. He hit the wall, his breath puffed out of him, and Mihail caught his face, his mouth, his body beneath his. Just tasting the angel had all the frayed parts of Mikhail's mind coming together again, proving more than ever that Severn was his.
He was caught, inexplicably owned, and Mikhail struggled to level his breath and control his heart. Part of him fought to break free and push Severn back, but another part liked the sensation of being held down, being controlled. There was a freedom in it, a relief almost. He didn't have to be strong now, he could let this happen.
He was lost, fallen for Mikhail in all ways, and he never wanted to be found.
