Devil (The Halloween Boys, #4)

by Kat Blackthorne

Take my gloved hand and follow me into the blackberry patch…

For everyone who knows that Halloween is a state of mind not a time of year.

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain. Catherine Breillat

“Dreadful and beautiful, much like you, sweet death, my little terror of decay.”

“I know you said you’re not a white picket fence girl. But what about a spiked wrought-iron gate girl?” Onyx reached into his pocket and dangled keys in front of my nose. “I hear it’s haunted.”