Devil (The Halloween Boys, #4)

by Kat Blackthorne

She was known as Blythe Pearl on earth, but in hell and beyond, she was Mortala. My Mortala. My bride. My deathly dark reaper queen. On her way home to me. Her last love. Did they think I’d play fair? I am the devil, after all.

I was the same except it wasn’t me… or it was… but I had black and twisted horns protruding from the top of my head. Her. I’d seen her on Halloween after the Baphomet’s attack. She’d sat on a throne then, and she’d looked so sure, so like me but so not me at the same time…

“I love him. I love them,” I sighed, gasping and digging my fingers into his back. “I know you do.” He wrapped his arms around me tight, bringing my head to rest on his chest.

“And I love you,” he whispers in the voice of a mountain. My mountain. “It’s yours. It will always be yours.” When I awoke from my dream, all the doors were open to me.

“Come a little closer and I’ll tell you. The answers you seek are in my kiss.” He rocked his hips into my stomach. “They exist between my thrusts and your moans.” “Judas,” I whispered, already breathless at the idea of having him like that again.

Or rather, I’d only woken up what was already there. You see, the Halloween Boys were extraordinary even before my intervention.

Raven had, this entire time, been an extension of Judas’s love. A hint, a clue, of the love we shared for so long.

“You are my burning willow. You are my hell; my place of eternal torment and sorrow. I am your devil, your guardian. I should love nothing, but I love only you,”