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He’s the devil. And she’s his wicked game.
Halen:
They say eyes are the windows to the soulbut when he looks at me through hues of slate-green and flaring blue embers, Im terrified of whats watching me from behind his clashing gaze, something primal and feverish that threatens to melt me like fire in ice.
I fear falling into Kallum Lockes pitch-black soul.
But after Im called to a crime scene to investigate the most gruesome act of violence to descend on the legendary town of Hollows Row, I have no choice but to turn to Kallum, to the man I had locked away in an asylum for the criminally insane.
Hes the leading expert on all things Nietzsche and occult. And now, to get answers, Im forced to make a deal with the devil himself.
Kallum:
Really, eyes are the windows to the soul? Then I wonder what little Halen St. James thinks of all the cryptic eyes watching her in the killing fields I wonder if the hairs on her delicate nape lifted away, if a thrilling shiver raced over her soft skin. Shes desperate for the answer, and shell do anything to uncover iteven make a deal with me, dangling freedom like bait on a hook.
But shes far more tempting to sink my teeth into than any lure.
And the pain will taste twice as sweet.
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