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Terror Hordesman came. With flowers. Red roses. He came, he marked me, and he moved into my house. This is bad. Very bad. Because, I'm funding the Betaren project he's trying to destroy. If he finds out, I fear, he'll end me.

He’s half my age. He cooks. He fusses over my bad sleeping habits, and knows how to handle a gun. Our little reprieve during a mission can only mean one thing: My guard is down. And the enemy I hunt is watching me, waiting for the perfect time to strike. The time is now.

Kidnapped and taken from her home, Sienna is stuck in a beast community without the resources to find her way back. But she’s a survivor. Just like the wounded, bone-thin beast she finds in the desert. Torrent was warned never to steal a human woman - especially if she’s his pair. He didn’t listen. Captured, beaten, starved by Men of Earth, he’s as near to death as he can get without tipping into the void.

I’m scrounging for food in an abandoned Bel Air mansion when an angel catches me - and I try to kill him. Instead of swatting me like a mortal fly, he strikes the ground with his sword...and I’m transported, wounded and alone, to some kind of medieval science-fiction fantasy world. There must be some reason the archangel - all gorgeous, bloody perfection with massive wings and a deadly kilt - spared me. No mortal is supposed to remember when the angels fell. But I do, and I’m marked with a secret that could turn the tables, and send this beautiful angel straight to hell.

I bargained with Lucifer. My end of this deal with the devil? Sneaking food into the prisoner's cell. Raphael, powerful Lord of Court of Sunder, is no less magnificent even in defeat, with burning violet eyes that track my every move. I shouldn't even be around him, for my dreams feel disturbingly like memories of forbidden things I'd done in a life I never lived. If he finds out about my terrors, he'll know Lucifer can Mark me, and use me to his bidding.

I sit in a house in Highborn Hills ready to play a poker game I ain't never played before, in a suit so preppy, it makes my skin itch. My target crawls around my feet. Felicia, who they call Kitten. When her big green eyes lock with mine, and when she smells her alpha on my clothes, her eyes light up, and I know I have her attention. When I win her in a hand of poker, I promise her we're gonna stroll right on out of the house. But her owner has other plans for me. We're stuck in a secured house. We are unarmed. No backup is coming. And I gotta get us out of here.