A Wicked Dance of Obsidian and Light (Echoes of Darkness, #1)

by Lucia Skye

“I told you I always get what I want.” With that, he ends the call.

My eyebrows pinch in concentration as I read the translation. “‘Beware of the shadow that lurks in the dead of the night. It whispers of forgotten souls and eclipses the light of life. “‘Beware of the nocturnal wind that carries the mournful wails of those denied peaceful rest. “‘Beware the dying breath, for the umbra seeks to ensnare those who linger between worlds, compelling them to a never-ending, soul-stealing twilight.

No escape shall be granted, for the umbra’s grip tightens, and the stolen souls become eternally entwined in the ominous dance of celestial thievery. “‘A cosmic cataclysm, foretold in the shadows and unleashed at the hands of the Harbinger of Death, the Daughter of Starlight and Shadows.” As I finish reading the words, a sense of dread skitters down my spine. I fold my lower lip in between my teeth, trying to decipher the meaning, but come up empty. It all sounds like some weird foreboding premonition to me.

He’s a demon. He’s a demon. You’re not attracted to a demon, Iris!

My legs are secured in shackles, my hands bound at my back, and the cold, rough floor digs into the skin on my right side. It chills me to the bone.

“There’s a bounty on your head. Congratulations. You, Iris Harper, are on Hell’s most wanted list,” he whispers in my ear.

“No one fucking touches what’s mine!” Kaiden growls possessively as he tightens his hold.

“Oh, angel. I’m going to enjoy so much spanking the sass out of you. I’m going to get your perfect ass so red and your pussy so wet you’re going to beg for my cock,” he growls in my ear. His voice is liquid silk dancing across my skin.

Oh, c’mon…be for fucking real. Do you need a reminder of the voice message you sent me not too long ago about how you want him to spank you, and then you want to ride him like a disco stick?

“Put this on.” He opens it and hands me a black masquerade mask with intricate gold embossing.

“I wouldn’t finish that if I were you,” Kaiden’s deep voice booms over the music, a sadistic smirk tugging at his mouth, the bottomless pits of his obsidian-colored eyes swirling with gold and red streaks.