| “I half-turned to her and shrugged, still processing what I’d seen, or at least what I thought I’d seen, in Ms. Neal’s eyes—like they weren’t hers. Obviously, they were her eyes, but it looked like she’d plucked them from someone else’s head. A dead someone else’s head.”
Everything in Crystal Scott’s life finally seems perfect—until a demon thirsts for her Light.
Vincent Crandall, the human host for a powerful demon, discovers that Crystal possesses the power to… |
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