To the Cruel Gods

I didn't think I'd ever see her again, then she barged into my life and shattered it. Kleos disregards every rule, all common sense that dictates she shouldn't trust me. I'm a dark sorcerer, comfortable with murder, torture, and not entirely opposed to world domination. She's the sweetheart of...

In the old days, they outright murdered people . . . things like me. Now they simply seek to control us. The Council of Elders has determined every aspect of my life from my first breath. What I'd study, my job, who I'd eventually marry. That was all their decision. But when I woke up covered in runes designed to enslave me, I stopped submitting to the will of others. I wasn't supposed to set foot down in the undercity. Someone like me shouldn't associate with dark sorcerers. Especially those who look, smell, and taste like Lucian, the most dangerous man alive.

Silver: He literally fell from the sky, with his sharp jawline, unsettling eyes, and those marks burning bright when he looks at me. How the hell am I supposed to believe a word he says? Cas is too powerful, too mysterious, and honestly? Too convenient. We're on the brink of war, both inside and...