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

by Scarlett St. Clair

Beware, goddess of night, Mother of the moon. There is poison on your tongue, Venom in your blood. Lie upon my altar, Bleed upon my steps. Release me from these bindings, Break down these carmine gates.

“When have I made you do anything you don’t want to?” he asked.

“You have a pretty mouth, little love, but you say the ugliest things.”

“I heard you touched my girl,” I said. She wasn’t mine. She wasn’t anyone’s. But I was the dealer of her justice. Her vengeance was mine.

What was the point of a god if he couldn’t save the most virtuous among us?

He was either going to hold me back if I ran or catch me if I fell. It was always one of two.

Vulnerability is a weapon for an enemy’s arsenal, my mother used to say, and I’d handed mine over without a second thought.

“Your girl’s a fucking menace,” Cassius said.

“No one is expecting you to go back to normal,” he said. “You go home, you sleep. You wake up in a different world. People will tell you it gets easier, but it never does. There are good days, and there are days when the pain hits like a fucking freight train.”

“For you, I have all the time in the world.”

“When you think of your legacy, I hope you remember this moment and how you failed me.”

“No one handles you, Lilith,” he said. “Good fucking luck to the man who tries.”

“I knew you’d be greedy,”