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

by Scarlett St. Clair

Beware she who bleeds, bound in chains. Beware the exile, the young winged beast, who dances unafraid before fire. Beware the woman with many names, the maiden, the whore, the scarlet serpent. Beware the temptress who whispers in the dark. She is the beginning and the end. She is peace and chaos. She is terror knocking at the gates.

“Lilith.” I tilted my head back, meeting Zahariev’s gaze. “What?” One side of his mouth lifted. “I just want you to look me in the eyes when you lie.”

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