A Soul to Heal (Duskwalker Brides, #2)

by Opal Reyne

She also thought she could feel something... hard sitting over the top of his flesh where his rib bones would be.

“Because he wants them. He cannot collect the souls within this village because of the magic of the Demon King, and he cannot leave the mist of the Veil without weakening.” Magnar followed her to the door, his sight changing to yellow in curiosity. “Who?” Pausing in the doorway, she craned her neck to look up to him. “Your father.”