A Shadow in the Reaping (The Shadow Realm, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

Frankly, it was super uncool. So, I felt the need to kill most of them for being such dicks. And they never expected some sweet-faced, unassuming, quiet young woman would be the true epicenter of all the chaos and destruction. It could never be a woman. They always underestimate us. They always overlook us. Always.

I had met Jessie's bloodshot, watery gaze, swallowing down my desires. Not those desires. Gross. I meant my desire to tear out his throat and lick his blood off the hideous carpet.

As he peels the foil away from the fang marks, his gaze collides with mine in a dead-eyed glare. “Seriously?” I spin my note to face him and push it across the polished marble. The question is, Reaper... did I lick it? He stares at me, unblinking. I think I might have broken him. My smile blooms.