Blossoms of Death Duet, Book I
He was living proof that demons could escape from hell and walk among us, but that wasn’t enough to get that arctic blue out of my head. Quite the contrary.
I lost count of the nights I spent longing to see him again, even from a distance and in secret; or to hear his voice, even if I couldn’t understand a word he said.
However, everything changes when they return to the city and that longing turns into a delicious nightmare I never want to wake up from.
