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

by Brynne Weaver

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.

Jessie Bates has no idea I'm about to suck him dry. Ugh no. Not like that.

Seriously, how in the fuck am I supposed to seduce my prey if they're always listening to their shitty playlist on Spotify or whatever–

I love hissing. It sounds vicious and I don't get to do it enough.

“Promises are for mortals.” “Not when they are made between you and me.”