Conclave (Devil's Night, #3.5)

by Penelope Douglas

Cutting my trip short to race home, because she decides to ignore my calls and do little pirouettes all over my peace of mind? What the fuck?

“You’re the breath that feeds the wolf.”

We’re not criminals, and I have to constantly remind myself of that. We don’t break laws for personal gain. We do it for fun.

we want the fear. We want to remember why we want to live.

“L’appel du vide.”

“Kai, Banks, Michael, Rika, Will, Alex…” she went on. “You and me. We all hear it. L’appel du vide. The call of the void.”