Devil's Mark (The Reckless Damned, #1)

by Lark Taylor

“What’s the rule about Mexico?” “We can only mention it once per decade,” Mori muttered, annoyed at me for spoiling his fun.

“Any idea how they broke through your wards?” I asked. Harlow’s scowl deepened. “Nope, but I plan on finding out. How very rude of them. Don’t they know how much energy I had to expend to put them in place?”

I asserted my authority by mouthing the universally recognised code of siblings—even demonic ones. Dibs.

“Darling, I have standards.” “I think you meant to say I have money.”

“Is the scythe necessary?” I squeaked as he secured it in a hook over his back. “Nope,” he said cheerfully. “But it goes with the image, don’t you think?”