Treading Water Cover Reveal

I’m super stoked to finally be able to share with you the cover of Treading Water, the second book in the Spark of Life series. This book was so much fun to write, exploring the mermaid world Ava Adair dove into in Diving Under.

So without further ado, the cover for Treading Water…

 

COMING AUGUST 29, 2017

After being transformed into a mermaid by the irresistible Carter Stevens, Ava Adair finds herself submerged deep in the sea without the ability to return to land. She trades a beachfront condo with her best friend and future plans to go to college for a life where her sole purpose revolves around Carter and the mermaid traditions she wants nothing to do with.

Fitting in with other mermaids is the last thing Ava wants, and after refusing to go through the coupling ceremony with Carter, Ava falls under the scrutiny of the colony’s mighty king, who would wipe out towns to keep his kingdom safe. When the king threatens not only her relationship with Carter but also the chance of reuniting with her family, Ava must figure out how to escape from the ocean and the king’s rule or never see the beloved shores of her home again.

Isn’t it so cool? I just love it!

You can pre-order Treading Water now so you can get it the second it releases.

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Diving Under Cover Reveal

I’m thrilled to finally be able to share the cover for Diving Under: Spark of Life Book 1, my next YA paranormal romance. This book was one of my favorites to write because I’ve been obsessed with mermaids since The Little Mermaid came out when I was a little girl, and one of my favorite pass times is to look at all the amazing professional merpeople on Instagram. If you don’t follow them, you’re missing out! Any way, I hope you love the cover for Diving Under!

Book Information:

Release Date: June 27, 2017

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Pages: 286

Eight years after her older sister was swept out to sea, eighteen-year-old Ava Adair still swears off the ocean. It takes a promise of the best vacation of her life aboard the Ocean Jewel with her friends to get her even within reach of the waves. When she steps aboard the luxury yacht to sail the California coastline, the last thing she expects is to gain the attention of gorgeous Carter Stevens, the yacht’s deckhand, who becomes the perfect distraction against her fear of the open water.

On the yacht, a freak accident involving Carter reveals a secret he’s been hiding from Ava. She discovers that he’s a merman and by saving her, he changed her life. One misstep could reveal the new secret they share and ruin the life on land she’s desperate to maintain. Torn between a future on land with her family and a new life at sea, Ava must decide—is her former life worth fighting for, or can she accept that she belongs to the ocean?

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Scorned Excerpt

I’m ecstatic to announce the release of Scorned, the fourth book in the Demon Within series. Scorned is my favorite thus far because of the shift that takes place in Cami’s life and world. I loved exploring all her different relationships–both the good ones and bad ones–and how they affected her on different levels.

With every release, I usually share the prologue, but I’ve decided to share an excerpt from the first chapter instead. I’ve edited out most spoilers, but I have to warn you, if you haven’t read any of the other books, you may still stumble across some.

I hope you enjoy!

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Fire glows in Malicevile’s eyes as he directs his anger at me. Raising his hands, he blasts me with a surge of white-hot energy. I don’t have time to react. His power knocks me back into the wall, sending sparks through my vision.

I grind my teeth while he shoots more power at me until I focus enough to absorb it. My hair rises around my face as static clings to me. My soul fills, expanding to the point that I’m pretty sure I’ll combust if he continues, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of asking for mercy.

Standing over me, he smiles. “Had enough?”

Kicking my leg out, I knock his feet out from under him, stopping him from blasting me with another wave of power. If he expects anything less of me, then he doesn’t know me as well as I thought he did.

I levitate from my spot on the floor and land just next to him. “Have you?”

He laughs as his eyes narrow. Without answering me, he handsprings to his feet and removes his suit jacket. It gives me the chance to ready myself for his next move. As he rolls up his sleeves, I shrug from my leather jacket and toss it to Evan.

I roll my shoulders, stepping backwards, not touching the floor as I levitate high enough to be at the same level as Malicevile. He cracks his knuckles like he can somehow intimidate me. It works a little.

Power ignites in his fingers, and it doesn’t take him long to thrust an energy orb at me. As I catch it, he charges forward, slamming his hands into my chest, pushing me back into the wall. His sharp nails dig into my collarbone, stabbing into my skin.

Jerking my leg up, I knee him in the stomach. He doesn’t back down though. He never does. I could fight him all I want, but he only reacts like I’m a pesky fly.

“You’re boring me, Camilla,” he says, sending another bout of energy into me.

I don’t respond. I can’t. His energy comes in faster and hotter than usual. It sinks deep into my soul, threatening to consume me. He’s testing me, making a point. Showing me that I’m nothing. It’ll take me years to ever measure up to him.

“Have you had enough?” he asks again, smiling at my obvious pain.

“No,” I manage to spit out.

“Good.” He drops his hands and steps back to give me a chance to try to best him again. “Now stop thinking and just react.”

Without waiting for him to strike first, I shoot a fireball from my hands instead of the energy he expects. The fire singes the fabric, smoldering his dress shirt. There’s no point in trying to use his power against him.

As he pats the burning fabric with his hand, I rush forward. Another fireball erupts in my fingers, and I chuck it at him again. He’s prepared this time though and drops to the ground before propelling from the floor to knock into me. His arms circle my waist, and he flips me up and over his shoulder. He spins me through the air and launches another bout of energy at me.

I can’t absorb the power and stop my fall at the same time, so when my back hits the hardwood floor of his office, air bursts from my lungs. I skid across the floor, hitting my back on the door. It shakes on its hinges from my force but doesn’t crack like the last time I egged my father on.

I shift, peering at Evan’s boots as he stands over me. Glancing up, I meet his serious eyes. His jaw tenses, and we watch each other for a split second. It’s long enough for Malicevile to shock me again.

I scream out in frustration and thrust my hands out, sending the power I’ve been saving for a special occasion. The lava bomb flies through the air and hits Malicevile in the stomach. Surprise crosses his face, and he rips his shirt off before the acid-like power melts into his skin. He wasn’t quick enough though. His abs glow bright pink.

“Get up, Cami,” Evan whispers.

Malicevile’s already crossing the room before I have a chance to get to my feet. Fire burns in his eyes as he closes the distance. Energy swirls in his hands, and he comes at me with furrowed brows, a look of revenge on his face.

I raise my hands. “I’ve had enough.”

He hovers over me. “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.” With those words, he sends a stream of electricity straight into my chest.

The edges of my vision darken as exhaustion consumes me. He hasn’t pushed me like this in weeks. I’m pretty sure I’m being punished.

An angry tear escapes my eye. “Stop!”

“Make me,” Malicevile says with a smile.

But I can’t. All I can do is succumb to the darkness that drags me away from the world.

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You can pick up your copy of Scorned today from most online retailers.

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Haunted Prologue

I’ve decided to shake things up and instead of just paste the prologue for Haunted: Demon Within Book 3, I’ve decided to read it via voice over for you. I hope you look forward to Haunted and enjoy it as much as I do!

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Haunted: Demon Within Book 3

I’m ridiculously excited to share with you the cover of the third book in the Demon Within series: Haunted. Haunted follows Cami Anders as her world is turned upside down and scattered around like the ashes left in her demon’s wake. It’s my favorite in the series thus far, and I hope you look forward to it as much as I do.

And now for the cover and blurb.

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After a devastating sacrifice leaves seventeen-year-old Cami Anders’ life in ruins, she must figure out how to pick up the pieces of her world and carry on with her second chance at life. But moving on isn’t so easy when the past comes back to haunt her, sending her running again—except this time, demons aren’t chasing her.

Determined to make a fresh start, Cami and her friends turn away from demon hunting to help those affected by demons and unprotected by the Hunter’s Alliance. As Cami immerses herself deeper into the Veiled Realm, new revelations have her questioning her entire existence. She finds safety with those she once feared—all while trying to make a difference in a world that no longer feels so wrong.

When an unthinkable act of betrayal forces Cami to face the enemies of her past, she must decide what’s worth more—saving the life of an innocent, saving her future, or saving her soul.

 


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Crushed Release Day!

img_5305I’m super excited for the release of Crushed: Demon Within Book Two! In the second installment, Cami finds herself immersed in a world where she doesn’t know who she can trust all while navigating a new world where nothing is what it seems. This book is guaranteed to elicit some strong emotions on Cami’s behalf, and I do hope you enjoy it!

Blurb:

After discovering a life-altering secret that brings her closer to Hell than ever, seventeen-year-old Cami Anders must adjust to a new life full of possibilities she never imagined.

Giving up a life on the run in exchange for protection from the Hunter’s Alliance was an easy decision for Cami to make. Training with the best hunters guarantees that she will soon have the strength to defeat the demon who killed her parents. The only problem? She might not have a chance to reach her full potential as more secrets come to light, threatening to unravel everything she’s fought for.

Finding her life in more danger than ever, Cami makes an unthinkable deal that sends her life spiraling down a path straight toward evil. One wrong step means she could lose not only her life but also her soul. Is Cami strong enough to resist the darkness or is she destined for Hell?

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Crushed: Demon Within Book Two Prologue

crushed-teaser8In only two short days, Crushed releases into the world! The second book in the series was so much fun to write because I got to explore a few characters that we just glimpsed in Tainted. It’s definitely a rollercoaster ride of a book as Cami finds herself amid a world where she doesn’t know who to trust as secrets of her life come to light. If you like young adult stories that explore the areas between good and evil, characters with special abilities, hot book boyfriends, mystery, and the possibility of some intense feelings, you’ll love Crushed.

To celebrate the soon-to-be release of Crushed, I’ve included the prologue for your reading enjoyment. I hope you love the book as much as I loved writing it!

 

And now without further ado…

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TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO
A CRIMSON HAZE shadows my vision as anger rages through me like a fire threatening to burn everything around me to ashes. The bitter, dangerous emotion consuming me keeps me moving forward. It’s the only thing that encourages me to succeed in the one thing I want most in life—the destruction of those who’ve betrayed me by my hands.

I wasn’t always like this. I didn’t always have this overwhelming hunger for death, for devastation. But then everything changed. Everything always changes. My demonic side started controlling me worse than the man who raised me. My father’s obsession with who I should be transformed me from a weak, fragile girl into a blood-thirsty demi-demon. And now it dominates me, controls me. By accepting my heritage as a half-demon, I’ve inherited the evil that comes with it—the evil that forces me to take deep breaths to stay in control.

The evil burns in a good way, my overwhelming power sizzling under my skin. The faces of the Hunter’s Alliance blur as my desire to obliterate them overtakes my soul.

“Calm down,” a surly voice begs. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”

The skin on my wrists stings as I yank at the wired rope binding my hands to the rickety metal chair. My knotted hair falls in my eyes. A scream burns in my throat. I need to get out of here before they discover I’ve lost control of my demon half—before they try to send my soul to where it belongs.

“You have to let me go before it’s too late.” My voice comes out as a whisper like the quiet before a storm. A thundering, demonic storm I know is bound to happen if I can’t force my demonic half to relax.

Icy fear slithers through my veins. No one can save me. I can’t even protect myself. My humanity slowly slips through my fingers. I won’t let the alliance do this to me. I trusted them, helped them, and just like my dad said, they’ve turned their backs on me.

My vision transforms from red to black. A black so dark and devoid of light it feels like I’m being swallowed into a dark cavern of nothingness.

I scream again as I lose control. The demon within me awakens, and I can’t resist its alluring pull any longer. The alliance is going to die.


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Crushed: Demon Within Book Two Cover Reveal

In just over a month, Crushed: Demon Within Book Two will be released! I’m super excited for the next installment of the Demon Within series, and I hope you are, too. Crushed follows Cami Anders as she adjusts to her new life in the Veiled Realm with the people she cares most for as she trains to become a demon hunter strong enough to kill the demon after her soul.

So now, without further ado…

Crushed small for webPublication Date: September 29, 2016

Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Fantasy

After discovering a life-altering secret that brings her closer to Hell than ever, seventeen-year-old Cami Anders must adjust to a new life full of possibilities she never imagined.

Giving up a life on the run in exchange for protection from the Hunter’s Alliance was an easy decision for Cami to make. Training with the best hunters guarantees that she will soon have the strength to defeat the demon who killed her parents. The only problem? She might not have a chance to reach her full potential as more secrets come to light, threatening to unravel everything she’s fought for.

Finding her life in more danger than ever, Cami makes an unthinkable deal that sends her life spiraling down a path straight toward evil. One wrong step means she could lose not only her life but also her soul. Is Cami strong enough to resist the darkness or is she destined for Hell?

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Tainted Release Giveaway!

As a treat to celebrate the release of Tainted: Demon Within Book One, YA Bound Book Tours is hosting a giveaway on my behalf that includes a $15 Amazon digital gift card. Thanks so much to all those who have made the release of Tainted so special. There are many ways to participate, so just check out the rafflecopter giveaway below. Also, as another treat, I’ve included one of my very favorite scenes that you can check out below. Enjoy!

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I turn on my heels, stomping my way back to the arched doorway that leads to the altar. Footsteps echo behind me. I barely have time to turn before Evan collides into me. We fall to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. I land on my back with Evan pressed on top of me. Heat blossoms in my cheeks. I’m angry and embarrassed I was defeated so easily.

I freeze as he watches me, his nose almost touching mine. I can’t help breathing deeply. He smells like his pillow—hints of golden amber and raw patchouli mixed with his citrus shampoo.

“Never turn your back on a demon.” His deep voice vibrates through me, sending tingles down my spine.

I lie placidly beneath him. “You’re not a de—” I begin to say, and then laugh.

“That’s beside the point.” Evan’s words wipe the smile from my lips. “You can never let your guard down for anyone—not even me.”

He rolls off me, breathing heavily, attempting to regain his composure. I push off the floor, knocking him on his back, determined not to make the same mistake twice. I’m tempted to help him up, but I picture him yanking me back onto the floor and yelling at me again.

I walk backwards, putting distance between us. The corner of his mouth quirks into a half smile. I narrow my eyes, taking longer strides backwards, my right hand behind me, guiding my way so I don’t bump into the wall I know is coming up behind me.

Evan reaches above his head, pressing his palms flat against the floor, and easily handsprings. His body arches in an elegant swooping motion, and he lands smoothly on his feet. He lurches closer, stalking his prey like a hunter. The predator he is dominates his every movement, every gesture, from his graceful strides to the ferocious glint in his eyes reflecting back at me. Crap, he’s going to try and corner me.

I steady my pace, taking each step one at a time, reaching out to the cool emptiness of the room behind me. It’s a relief to my clammy skin and my tightly wound nerves. I’m not trapped…yet.

I straighten my back. Lifting my chin smugly, I curl my lips into my most dazzling smile.

Without saying a word, he charges at me. I side step out of his way seconds before his arms can wrap around me. I run to the opposite side of the room. Alana would be proud of my ability to stay on the edge of danger without jumping into it. I’m a fast opponent when I’m not scared out of my wits. I can defeat the feline in Evan’s game of cat and mouse.

“You can’t run forever. I will catch you.”

“Want to bet on it?”

“Yes.”

 

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Tainted First Chapter Sneak Peek

With the release of Tainted a month away, I wanted to share the first chapter of the book, which I shared recently on my newsletter. Tainted follows seventeen-year-old Cami Anders as she struggles to live her life on the run from a demon that killed her parents. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek and look forward to the release of Tainted as much as I do!


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Three Years ago

 

The scent of smoldering fabric assaults my nose. The sudden darkness of my bedroom hangs over me like a thick wool blanket, blocking all traces of light. One second I’m staring at the pages of my book, and in the next, I blink and open my eyes in smoky air. Perspiration drips from my forehead, my chest heaving in agony as I sputter out a raspy cough.

My heart skips a beat as my world slows. I expect the smoke detector to blare and my parents to come running, but nothing happens. Fear grips me, stopping me from moving.

The air reeks with the putrid smell of sulfur—of burning wood—and the scent clings to my skin. My throat aches with every shallow breath I force to circulate through my lungs.

Billowing smoke clouds my room. I roll off my bed, pulling my star-patterned nightgown over my face to keep from suffocating. It’s soaked with sweat and smells like soot, but it filters the ash from the air, protecting my lungs. It’s no air purifier, but it’s better than nothing.

I crawl across the gray carpet, staying below the smoke like my mom taught me to do if there ever was a fire. When I make it to my door, I stand up and use my sleeve to protect my hand against the heat as I twist the doorknob. I jiggle it back and forth, but it’s jammed, and the thin layer of fabric between my hand and the doorknob sizzles from touching the hot metal. My body goes numb, refusing to react to the heat. I feel nothing at all. Terror consumes me from within as the fire devours my room.

Bright flames lick the walls. They eat away at my house as if they’re alive and hungry for revenge. The dense smoke blinds me to everything apart from the ominous light the fire casts upon the disintegrating drywall. I feel like I’ve died and awakened in Hell.

My legs wobble, threatening to buckle under me, halting my ability to move. Blinding tears sting my eyes, blurring my view of the flames in their mesmerizing dance. As I rub my eyes with the back of my hand, I can’t help thinking about how something so beautiful could be so destructive.

“Mo—” My dry tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth as I try to call for my mom. I doubt my parents can hear me over the roar of the fire. Their bedroom is at the other end of the house.

My window shatters, and a shower of glass cascades across the floor. I jump at the explosive sound, and my burning curtains catch my attention.

“Is someone in there?” A masculine voice asks in a smooth tone above the noise of the raging fire.

“Y-yes,” I stammer, my throat aching.

“Come to the window. Let me help you.”

I hop over the carpet to avoid the broken glass and climb onto my warm bed to kneel next to the window. My smoldering curtains rip as I thrust them aside, despite the heat against my fingers. My body still refuses to react.

Strong hands reach through my broken window and clamp onto my shoulders, yanking me up and over the sill. My bare legs graze over the rough remnants of glass. I wince as pain, hot as the fire, slices into my shins.

The dew-dampened grass breaks my fall. I curl my knees to my chin, comforting the side of me that’s begging to break down. I’m afraid I won’t move from this spot if I allow the terror of this night to engulf me.

An unfamiliar figure hovers over me. “Oh, Camilla. This is nothing to cry about.”

Shock stops me from doing anything other than peek through my wet eyelashes at a stranger who knows my name—a man I have never seen in my life. He wears a black suit with a silver silk necktie and holds out his hands, offering to help me up. His bright green eyes reflect the glowing fire behind me as he smiles, flashing his overly-whitened teeth. All I can do is stare at his proffered hand and his sharp, manicured nails.

“Come on now. Let me take you home,” the man says.

I barely manage to shake my head no. “Home? I am home. Please, call for help. My parents—”

“Camilla, look around. How can this be your home if it’s already gone?” He doesn’t mention my parents. My heart rams against my ribcage, but I still can’t move.

“But I—” The words refuse to escape my lips. I can’t answer his question. Instead, I say, “I’m not leaving with you.”

The thought fights with my urge to take his hand. It’s like he’s hypnotizing me. His strange presence somehow feels familiar but not in a good way. I take in his alarmingly handsome features as he waits for me to pull myself together. His dark hair is perfectly gelled into place, severely slicked against his head. His straight Roman nose and narrow lips with the perfect Cupid’s bow mimic that of a classic Renaissance sculpture. My eyes travel down his boxy jaw line, which is clean shaven and blemish free. It takes all the restraint within me to resist the urge to let him help me stand. He looks like a movie star, radiating confidence, yet I can’t shake a nagging gut-feeling warning me not to trust him.

“It wasn’t a suggestion,” the man growls in a menacing tone starkly different from his coos of comfort. I scamper back, cowering under my window, no longer entranced by his façade.

He leans forward, stopping only inches from my face, and I breathe in his scent of cinnamon and clove. As the smell floods my senses, it leaves a fiery taste on my tongue. The distinct aroma causes me to gag as I’m overwhelmed by the mixture of spices, fire, and my own fear.

“I don’t care. I’m not going with you.” My voice squeaks, and I wish I sounded more intimidating. “My parents will be here any second.”

The man laughs a hardy, shoulder-shaking laugh. His skeletal fingers grip under my arms, and I suddenly find myself dangling midair with nothing to hold on to. I kick, wriggling like a fish on a hook, fighting as hard as I can.

He glowers and shakes me until I stop moving, but he doesn’t let me go. His cinnamon breath warms my ear as he leans in and whispers, “Haven’t I made it clear? You have nowhere else to go except with me, and your parents aren’t coming, Camilla. I made sure of it.”

Please, let him be lying.

Unable to contain my panic any longer, I scream, my throat burning from the shrill exertion of air. He fumbles, disoriented by the noise, and I use his distraction to my advantage by shoving my fingers into his eyes as deeply as I can. He jerks his head back, cracking his neck, and he drops me. The world rushes by as I crash to the ground, the air whooshing from my lungs as I collide with the stone path beneath me. I somehow manage to get to my feet and stumble toward the wooden gate that leads out to the street.

I fling it open and break into a sprint even though my body is begging me to give up. Shadows haze my vision. My exhaustion and fear make it hard to hold onto the frayed edges of my consciousness. I sneak glances behind me, searching for the man, as my bare feet pound the sidewalk. Tripping over a crack, I lose my footing. My arms flail like pinwheels as I tumble into the street.

My hands and knees scrape against the rough asphalt. I lift my head to gaze around. Dread presses down on me as I see an old truck barreling down the street, traveling way over the speed limit, and heading directly toward me. Paralyzed by fear, I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself against the ground, preparing for the impact. The smell of burning rubber assaults my nose just before the ear-piercing squeal of the brakes reaches my ears, and I look up to see the truck stop merely a foot away.

A tall, muscular woman clad in black races from the driver’s seat and charges at me. She yanks me off the ground with enough force to show her strength. I stagger while she drags me to the truck, unable to do much more than shuffle my feet across the loose gravel that sits atop the pavement. In one swift motion, she shoves me up onto the dirty bench seat and slides in behind me. I don’t even have a chance to grab the seatbelt before she accelerates, leaving my burning house and the mysterious man behind in her dust.

As the truck skids around the corner and onto another street, she throws her arm across my chest reflexively in an effort to keep me in my seat. Her other hand grips the steering wheel, although her fingers relax slightly as the road straightens out, and I join in her relief by exhaling a long, painful breath.

“Fu—freaking demon,” the woman mumbles, shaking her messy blond hair. “You’re lucky I arrived when I did. He almost stole your soul.”

My eyes widen, and my mouth falls agape. Oh, God, not another crazy person. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, the creepy man who set your house on fire? He’s not your friendly neighborhood pyromaniac. He’s a demon. And I just saved you from him,” she says.

I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry. This woman’s story is as crazy as her unruly hair. There are no such things as demons—everyone knows that. But if there were, and there aren’t, they wouldn’t be coming after me. I have nothing to offer.

“You’re joking, right? You don’t really believe in demons, do you?” I ask, my hands trembling in my lap.

“You’d be stupid if you didn’t,” she answers, her tone mocking me. She takes a hand off the wheel and offers it to me. “I’m Alana O’Neil, demon hunter extraordinaire.”

Instead of shaking her hand, I scoot closer to the other door, keeping my hands firmly in my lap. “If you’re a demon hunter, and that man really is what you say he is, we have to go back. My parents are trapped back there with him and need help.”

“I’m sorry.” Sadness extinguishes the feistiness in her voice. “They’re already gone.”

She confirms what the man—the demon—told me. It feels like someone has shot me in the chest, shattering my heart to pieces. This is all too much to take in. A demon, a creature I believed to be fictitious my entire life, has attacked my home, and the self-proclaimed demon hunter, Alana, isn’t going to try to save my parents. So now I’m stuck in the car with a crazy demon hunter who won’t actually hunt the demon after me. This isn’t possible—this has to be a nightmare.

I bow my head and hug myself. A series of convulsions shoots throughout my limbs, causing a wave of dizziness. My muscles seize up in response, tightening every part of my body. The pain sends chills down my spine. I’m on the verge of blacking out.

“Talk to me,” Alana says. “I need you to be conscious for a little while longer.”

“What do you want me to say?” My voice sounds muffled to my own ears, like I’m speaking underwater.

“Tell me your name,” she says.

Through gritted teeth and hot tears, I open my mouth and reply, “Cami Anders.” Grief and pain threaten to consume me. It takes every ounce of my will power to stop myself from succumbing to the anguish of knowing the two people I love most in the world are gone.

“Well, Cami, I know this must be hard for you, but eventually you’ll get used to the Veiled Realm. Believe it or not, it’s not always this bad,” Alana says.

Struggling to sit up, I squint toward her in confusion, creasing my forehead. “What is the Veiled Realm? Is it a club for people who abduct strangers, claiming to have saved them from a demon who possibly just killed their loved ones?”

“No, smart a—” She snaps her mouth shut for a second before saying, “Any other questions?”

I want to ask her to elaborate on what the Veiled Realm is, but she’s clearly too focused on driving like a maniac to be bothered by something as silly as offering proof to corroborate her outlandish claims.

Instead, I stay silent, unable to ask the question burning deep inside me—the only question I really care to know the answer to—because I’m terrified of her answer. I peer into the dark sky, holding myself for comfort. How am I ever going to survive this?


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XOXO,

Ginna

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