Run Riot (State of Grace, #1)

by Colette Rhodes

“As a daimon?” Riot asked, cocking a brow at me. “We prefer raw heart in the evenings to replenish us before our shadowy nighttime activities. Washed down with the blood of virgins, naturally.” My eyes were as wide as saucers, I could feel it. I was pretty sure my eyeballs were about to fall out of my skull. “I’m kidding,” Riot replied with a raspy laugh, giving me a sidelong look. “Though you totally believed me, which is…alarming.”