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When I ripped out my enemy's soul and banished him to the Shadowrealm, I knew I'd condemned myself to the same fate, cursing my soul to eternal imprisonment while my body rotted away on earth. No one ever said anything about my body coming along for the ride. Physical manifestation? It's supposed to be impossible in the Shadowrealm. So is escaping. But I've never been one to comply with the natural order, and I'm not about to start now.

A witch with no power captured by four vicious, possessive, sinfully hot gargoyles…Not exactly the makings of a happy ending. Yet here in the arms of New York’s most brutal monsters, I’ve never felt so safe. So cherished. As we work to obliterate our enemies and solve the mysteries of my past—a past that very well holds the key to unlocking my lost magic and breaking their curse—my gargoyles and I have grown impossibly close.

When it comes to the cryptic Moon Blessed prophecy, our enemies have been fighting over its meaning—and its dark magic—for millennia. But through all their bitter skirmishes, there’s one teeny little detail the vile beasts keep forgetting: The Moon Blessed witch herself.

Our family is broken. Our hearts are shattered. Everything we’ve been fighting for is slipping through our hands like mist. Darkwinter fae murdered one of my mates. Traitors on all fronts threaten to obliterate the last of our hope. And the Dark Goddess won’t stop coming for us until she drains the last of my magick and reclaims Midnight for herself. But as much as I’d love to curl up under a blanket and wait for death, I can’t give up now. Not on our home. Not on my monsters.

For the vampire prince and his witch, the plan was simple: Save the wolf. Capture the traitor who took him. Torture the bastard into spilling the intel on the demons working against them. But after a string of brutal attacks leaves one vampire near death and the rest reeling from the effects of the blood curse, Gabriel and Jacinda have no choice but to hunt down their enemies at the source: Hell.

Enemies lurk in every shadow, and they’ll stop at nothing to claim the one thing they believe stands in their way of world domination: Me. Add to that a series of deadly betrayals, a dangerous magic I can’t control, and a curse dooming the men I love to eternal damnation, and things aren’t looking too hot for the home team. The clock is ticking, but despite the horrific odds, one truth remains unshakeable: My gargoyles and I were meant to find one another.