PROLOGUE 3 Weeks Earlier Death clung to my skin like bitter smoke. It smelled of dirt, decaying leaves, and despair, the odor so potent that I couldn’t escape it. Everywhere I turned, the stench followed me, growing stronger with each passing second. Desperate to breathe in anything other than that acrid scent, I started to run. My bare feet slapped against the wet asphalt, carrying me faster and faster until I was all out sprinting. Hurry, hurry, hurry , I urged myself—de

PROLOGUE EVERETT Blood and lust saturated the air. The heady concoction pulled at my senses, urging me to indulge in my baser instincts....

I could smell her fear before she entered the banquet hall. After witnessing her practically dangling from the rooftop not an hour...