Escaping from Houdini (Stalking Jack the Ripper #3)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“Hell is empty And all the devils are here.” —THE TEMPEST, ACT 1, SCENE 2 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

“Normal is overrated.” Cassie nudged me toward the bar. “Extraordinary is unforgettable.”

“Oh, wonderful,” Thomas said. “Satan has decided to claw his way out of Hell and join us. I had no idea he did subpar tricks, though.” The ringmaster turned his attention

There was no world I wanted to live in where Thomas Cresswell wasn’t a part of it. No matter the odds stacked against us, I’d fight for him until I drew in my last, shuddering breath. Even in death I’d never stop coming for those who threatened my family. Because that’s what Thomas had become. He was mine—I’d chosen him just as he’d chosen me, and I’d defend him with everything I had. Our friendship had caught fire and blazed with something powerful and untamed. Something I’d been foolish to ever doubt.

I love you, I thought, rallying against the blackness. More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.