Reaver (Demonica Book 6)

by Larissa Ione

He felt it, the mark she’d left thousands of years ago, and it was almost as if nothing had changed. She’d marked him back then, but he’d been too fucking stupid to know. This time, she’d marked him but she didn’t know.

“Damn,” he said, shaking out his hand. “Angels give me the willies. And you’re an angel on steroids now. Reaver 2.0.” “Wraith called me Angelicus Prime. I’m not sure if that’s an insult or not.”