Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

It wasn’t until then I realized everything the church had tried to say about women was a lie. We were not responsible for lust in men. We existed, and they desired.

Despite this, he took his business seriously. The process of obtaining a weapon was actually far more extensive than just showing up at Sons of Adam. He required background checks and gave in-person classes and written tests. If you don’t wanna go through with the requirements, then you don’t need a weapon, he’d said.

Good

Her name was Shelley. She had fluffy, blond hair and coal-black liner smudged around her eyes. She smelled like cigarettes and talked like her lungs were on fire. She’d served me since I arrived in Nineveh. Sometimes, she’d slip me an extra order of mozzarella sticks for the road, she’d say.

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