Of Blood and Aether (Harbingers, #1)

by Harper Hawthorne

Even if I wasn’t a miserable son of a bitch, it was far too dangerous for me to want… what I wanted from her. Everything. Anything. Fucking Hel.

I really should’ve just looked away, but instead I was hungrily studying the toned dips of his hip flexor muscles, and that thin trail of black hair traveling from his navel to… well. Lower. Fates above, I needed to stop staring. As I quickly glanced back up and attempted to recover, Kieran caught my eye… and winked. Fucking Hel. That man was a menace to society.