Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.

Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.

Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—” “Desire.” A barely-there smile.

and just like that, I shut off the switch to my brain.

...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.

Busted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.