Devour the Dark (Devourer, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

Vane follows the path that Roc took, his pace quick. “We rarely have control when we devour and sometimes we devour something we shouldn’t. There is one rule we must abide by: do not devour power.” At the end of the harbor road, a row of shops leads inward to the heart of the city and further beyond, screams rent the air. “Devouring power has…” Vane pauses and turns to Pan. “It has its consequences. A device was crafted to offset the mistake.” “What kind of device?” Kas asks as he ties his hair back. “A hat.” Kas stills, his knot of hair only half done up. “Hold on…did you say a hat?” “Yes, I said a fucking hat. The particulars don’t matter.” “I think they do,” Bash counters. “What kind of hat is it? A baseball hat? A cowboy hat? A bucket hat?” Kas frowns at his brother. “What the fuck is a bucket hat?” “I don’t know, honestly. I just heard a mortal talking about them. I imagine it’s a bucket you wear on your head.” Pan turns to the twins. “Will you two shut up?”