The Devil Was Never Yours

Daemon Pallid has spent years making certain no one gets close enough to see what lives beneath the scars.

Femi Vale changes that.

As the distance between them disappears, Daemon begins giving his little ghost the pieces of himself he has never trusted anyone else to hold—the truth about his past, the violence that made him, and the Devil that has lived inside him for longer than he cares to remember.

And finally, Daemon stops pretending Femi isn't his.

But somewhere beyond Helix, Carr Booth is still watching.

From a distance, Carr reaches into Femi's life simply to prove that he can, dragging painful pieces of her past back into the present and testing how far his influence can travel. Then he finds Lily Thomas again.

Jealous, bitter, and still convinced she can take what belongs to Femi, Lily accepts Carr's money in exchange for photographs—and something far more personal. Something that belongs only to Femi.

Lily has been spared before.

This time, she learns that mercy is not the same thing as permission. And some things can never be stolen.

Because Carr isn't collecting souvenirs. He's preparing. Every photograph. Every secret. Every weakness. Every carefully placed piece brings him closer to the woman he has already decided belongs beside him. His queen.

And this time, Carr has no intention of leaving her a way out.

Carr Booth smiles.

“Bring me, my Queen.”

Daemon claimed his little ghost. Now another man intends to take her.

And Carr is about to discover why the most dangerous thing he could ever steal from the Devil— is his quiet.