Blood Oath (Darkest Drae, #1)

by Raye Wagner

Prior to this trouble, I’d thought myself a capable person, but I was learning this wasn’t true at all.

First rule of torture club, don’t talk about torture club.

—Drae Bursts into Tears After a Punch to the Throat—

Something flashed in the Drae’s eyes, and he looked around at the wilted gardens in disgust. “I hate sunlight.” It hates you right back, nightmare man.

—Patchy Phaetyn, Can’t Bring Home the Bacon—

Had I really been considering a reversal of my hate for this turd-twat?