She wanted a love story, but she got a monster who treats violence like a love language.
Josiah They call me a madman, a liability, a mistake made two centuries ago in a Louisiana swamp. And they aren't wrong. I've spent my immortality reading self-help books and embracing the chaos in my head just to feel something other than the memories of my past. But the moment I saw Layla, the noise stopped. She is vanilla and sugarcane, the only light in my endless dark, and for the first time since 1823, my dead heart is beating. I don't care if she's afraid. I don't care if I have to break every rule of the coven to keep her. I will build her a throne on the ashes of her enemies, because she is mine—and I never share. Layla I've always been the good girl—the librarian who follows the rules, keeps her head down, and tries to hold it together while my life falls apart. But after losing my job and my sister in the same breath, I'm done playing nice. Then I met Josiah. He's terrifying, unhinged, and looks at me with a hunger that should send me running in the opposite direction. But instead of fear, I feel a pull I can't explain. He's dangerous, lethal, and dragging me into a world of blood and magic I never asked for, but for the first time in my life, I don't want to run. I want to see just how dark his love can get. For mature listeners.
