Nick Andrews is finding out the hard way that being the Deliverer of souls for the demon lord Reaver is not all it’s cracked up to be. She’s been killed, brought back to life, dumped in a desert, shot, and now she’s got to deal with a demon so evil he could go up against the Devil himself.
As she hunts her latest target, can Nick find a way to protect the only person who’s ever meant anything to her? Or will the demon Raziel destroy the last remaining thread of Nick’s humanity by going after the one person that Nick would kill to protect?
The battle has begun and the Deliverer is about to learn what it means to fight for the Ties That Bind…
Reaver wasted no time grabbing me by the hand and tugging me back into the kitchen.
“Hey!” I protested. A bit of coffee spilled over the side of my cup and scalded my other hand. “Ouch!”
As soon as the kitchen door swung shut behind us, Reaver took the coffee cup from my hand and sat it on the island counter. He lifted my hand up to look at it, checking for any damage that the hot coffee might have done.
“It’s fine,” I told him, trying to tug my hand away. He wouldn’t let go and just stood there holding both of my hands as he scowled down at the red spot that the hot coffee had left on the one. The spot faded away as he watched, my new healing abilities kicking in and making the burn disappear before it even had a chance to finish blistering.
“See?” I pointed out to him, trying to tug both hands away this time. “Already good as new thanks to you and this new body of mine.”
There was no mistaking the bitterness in my voice and Reaver lifted his eyes, now glowing with that inner light I knew so well, to look at me with an arched eyebrow.
“Are you pissed off because you’re angry at yourself, dearling?” he asked me slowly. “Or are you angry at me for putting you into the position of having to lie to your mother in order to keep her safe from the truth that is the both of us?”
“Do I have to choose one?” I replied, yanking my hands away from his and wrapping my arms around my waist.
“Nick,” Reaver growled.
“Don’t!” I snapped, narrowing my eyes and glaring at him unhappily. “Don’t even try it! Do you know what you did to me last night? I could have died when that damned phone you gave me went off!”
The Demon Lord frowned, confusion written all over his face.
“What does that have to do with-“
“I was having dinner with my mother at a fancy restaurant when that damned ringtone YOU programmed in started playing!” I shouted. “Thanks to you and your sense of humor six tables full of strangers stared at me like I was making a porn movie while I ate my dessert!”
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