Raven Vesper has three angels bound to her soul and four more waiting their turn.
The bonds aren't fading. They're getting stronger. She can feel Croesus's jealous hunger across the distance. Seraph's wounded pride. Idris's lonely curiosity. Seven threads pulling tighter every day, connecting fallen angels who've spent millennia hating each other.
And now they need to figure out who's behind the missing bloodlines—before Heaven comes for Raven the way they came for her grandmother.
Kael, the Angel of Wrath, doesn't do subtle. Six-foot-five of scarred muscle and barely controlled rage. Every inch of him covered in burn marks from his own uncontrolled fire. He radiates heat that makes the air shimmer, and when he's angry—which is always—things ignite.
He was Heaven's general once. Now he's the executioner of the damned.
And he wants to teach Raven how to fight back.
Because things are getting dangerous. The bloodline hunters are getting bolder. Bodies are disappearing faster. And Kael's the only one willing to say what they're all thinking: someone's coming for a war, and Raven needs to be ready to burn them down.
Training becomes sparring. Sparring becomes something else. She's drowning in bonds she didn't ask for, feelings she can't control. And Kael doesn't play games. He looks at her and says: "I want you. They want you. Stop pretending you don't want this."
When she absorbs wrath for the first time, she nearly kills someone. Kael stops her—holds her back while she burns with rage that isn't hers. And afterward, when the adrenaline is still screaming through her veins, she needs him.
The others feel it through the bond. Every touch. Every desperate gasp. Every moment she stops fighting what she wants.
But the truth about the Morningstar is starting to surface. And it's worse than murder. Worse than missing souls.
Four angels. One sin eater. And a secret that will rewrite everything they thought they knew about the Fall.
The House of Fury is waiting. And Kael doesn't believe in mercy.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
The bonds aren't fading. They're getting stronger. She can feel Croesus's jealous hunger across the distance. Seraph's wounded pride. Idris's lonely curiosity. Seven threads pulling tighter every day, connecting fallen angels who've spent millennia hating each other.
And now they need to figure out who's behind the missing bloodlines—before Heaven comes for Raven the way they came for her grandmother.
Kael, the Angel of Wrath, doesn't do subtle. Six-foot-five of scarred muscle and barely controlled rage. Every inch of him covered in burn marks from his own uncontrolled fire. He radiates heat that makes the air shimmer, and when he's angry—which is always—things ignite.
He was Heaven's general once. Now he's the executioner of the damned.
And he wants to teach Raven how to fight back.
Because things are getting dangerous. The bloodline hunters are getting bolder. Bodies are disappearing faster. And Kael's the only one willing to say what they're all thinking: someone's coming for a war, and Raven needs to be ready to burn them down.
Training becomes sparring. Sparring becomes something else. She's drowning in bonds she didn't ask for, feelings she can't control. And Kael doesn't play games. He looks at her and says: "I want you. They want you. Stop pretending you don't want this."
When she absorbs wrath for the first time, she nearly kills someone. Kael stops her—holds her back while she burns with rage that isn't hers. And afterward, when the adrenaline is still screaming through her veins, she needs him.
The others feel it through the bond. Every touch. Every desperate gasp. Every moment she stops fighting what she wants.
But the truth about the Morningstar is starting to surface. And it's worse than murder. Worse than missing souls.
Four angels. One sin eater. And a secret that will rewrite everything they thought they knew about the Fall.
The House of Fury is waiting. And Kael doesn't believe in mercy.
Genre: Paranormal Romance