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325 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 13, 2021
The capacity for friendship is God’s way of apologizing for our families. Jay McInerney, The Last of the Savages
Dorian: An old fae asshole. Ezra: A kink-crazed bloodsucking vampire asshole. Roman: A wolf-shifter-thing with a growling-problem asshole. Rox: The wolf-shifter-thing’s much more tolerable sister. Great hair. Hades: The most glorious specimen of wit, wisdom, intelligence, and humility that the Afterlife has ever had to contend with. All right. Read on, people. Tick tock.
She looked up at me, her silent tears dripping onto her chest. “She couldn’t die before. She shouldn’t be able to die now. It’s Fury. I don’t think the end of the world would have killed her.” She let out a tiny huff. A humorless laugh.
Roxanne turned her head, facing her brother. “I’m saying give it time. Before either of you try to level the building.” She looked up, and we followed her gaze. Cracks lined the walls, and a slow rumble in the room finally eased when she pointed it out. “And before you both try to destroy everyone and everything on this planet, give her time. Trust her. She’ll come back to us.”
Angel. Demon. Shifter. Fae. Vampire. Woman. Fuck the Angel of Death. I was as close to a god as one could get.
Hades appeared, landing on my shoulder. “Look at them walk like they’re in a shampoo commercial,” he huffed. “Tools.”
“I’ve paid my dues. I ran this world and the Afterlife for thousands of years while Satan—I’m sorry, ‘Jake’—fucked off. Forever is too long but I can’t die, and I’m beyond caring about what is right or wrong or just.
