No Way Out (Darkling, beloved, #1)

by Santana Knox

You are the altar, not the sacrifice.

I don’t know—sometimes, a girl needs to know how to off a man in an untraceable way. I still didn’t see the issue there.

“She’s beautifully macabre,” Harkins prosed, describing the wild banshee in front of us. “She’s a fucking psycho,” I corrected him.

She was henbane, beautiful but foul in every sense of the word; the closer you got, the more evident it became as its stench invaded your senses. She was wretched, toxic in the worst way possible, but stunningly beautiful from a distance.