Blood Orange (The Dracula Duet, #1)

by Karina Halle

Then she starts to play. Toccata and Fugue in D minor. You have got to be kidding me.

And it doesn’t matter because I watch as Valtu smiles to himself and then gazes up at me without raising his head, making him look both sexy and sinister, a deadly combination.

And while Dahlia isn’t a witch, slayers do use glamor to disguise themselves so that they seem like any other human. What if Saara and Aleksi discover her and think that she’s a witch? They’ll kill her without remorse. She isn’t a witch, right?

I may have believed in God, but people were wrong about Hell. Hell isn’t a place. It’s inside you.