I thought the worst was over. I was dead wrong
With one of my enemies finally gone, I should be able to relax a little. Instead, Archangel Rhodes has the Scarlet Hex Dagger and is plotting something catastrophic. The kicker? My freshly recovered magic is trying to murder me.
Every time I use my power, it backfires spectacularly. My heart literally stops, and only my bond with Levi—the ridiculously hot higher demon whos become my lifeline—keeps me breathing. What started as magical necessity has become something deeper, and honestly? That scares me more than Rhodes does.
But were running out of time. Rhodes is moving his chess pieces, and whatever twisted plan he has for that dagger will obliterate everything Ive fought for.
With Levis darkfire backing me up and a motley crew of rebels, witches, and exiled angels, Im racing to save both myself and Elysium. Because if I cant get my act together, heavens screwed.
The war for paradise is coming, and this wicked angel refuses to go down easy.
