At the Mercy of Midnight (Midnight Realm Duology, #1)

by Chloe Cullen

Silas stood over her, the sun blazing off his blonde hair and giving him a damned halo. Of course he’d look like that.

Midnight arrived with a whisper, quiet and calm.

She swallowed. “Sounds like it might storm outside,” Amelia offered quietly to fill the silence. His eyes found hers, and he sent her a small smile. “You are the storm, Winslow.”

She tasted like adrenaline and lingering magic.

what if the answers inside were worse than the questions they already had?