Invidious (The Marked, #2)

by Bianca Scardoni

The steep descent into Hell is always paved with good intentions.

“I love you, Jemma.” His hand slid through my hair, slow and unhurried like we had all the time in the world to be together. “I love you with the kind of love that isn't even love anymore. It's more than love. It's my entire soul. It's everything that I am or will ever be, and nothing will ever change that—not even Hell on earth.”

A murder of crows cut across the red sky as blood spit out from my neck like a fiery volcano that knew no bounds, and I instantly knew... Death was knocking.