The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

by Holly Black

“That’s his name.” Aidan sighed. “Gavriel.

The gift store was kitschy, full of shot glasses, bumper stickers, and T-shirts—baby tees with CORPSEBAIT across the front, big black sleep shirts with dripping letters: UP ALL NIGHT AT THE DEAD LAST REST STOP, I BITE ON THE FIRST DATE, DEADEST GENERATION, NOTHING IS THE NEW EVERYTHING, and I’LL TAKE MY COFFEE WITH YOUR BLOOD IN IT.

“I won’t always obey you,” he said softly. “One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.”

“You are more dangerous than daybreak.”

Tana shook her head vehemently, but she thought of sharks that bumped against their victim several times before they bit down. Maybe Valentina would be smart to get far away from her if Elisabet was just circling.

so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood.

More dangerous than daybreak.