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

by Lark Taylor

Catching Mori’s eye over the top of the man’s head, I asserted my authority by mouthing the universally recognised code of siblings—even demonic ones. Dibs.

“What if he doesn’t accept the mark?” “Then he doesn’t accept it.” The words effortlessly flowed from my lips, and I knew they were the truth. “I’ll watch over him from a distance, and when his time on this plane is at its end, so will mine be.

“We just fucked in a closet. In The Closet. If we get caught leaving here, the irony might kill me.”

We clung to each other, suspended in the dark of the eternal night, praying never to be parted again.

“I will choose you every day for the rest of eternity.”