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

by Scarlett St. Clair

Forgiveness was an invitation to sin. I witnessed it every week, which was why I’d decided a long time ago that I did not care to be forgiven. I’d rather be a sinner than a hypocrite.

We were not responsible for lust in men. We existed, and they desired. Sometimes that desire was mutual. Sometimes it wasn’t, but men had a hard time wrapping their dicks around the word no, and since our world valued them more, we were the ones who suffered.

“You’re the only one who would say so, little love,” he replied. I was used to Zahariev’s nickname for me, but it still made me blush.

You act like this has to mean something. Fucking brat. She meant everything.

She will ascend from the womb of her enemy, A temptress cloaked in night, a nightmare bound in chains. Her cries will rattle the earth. Her blood will break the gates.

They will call her a demon, but I watched her transform, and I will call her goddess.