Exorcist Selene's determined to prove herself by protecting the Vatican against a powerful demon. Jules, a charming deserter on the run, is perfect bait.
It's loathe at first sight, but when she blackmails him into a fake engagement to smuggle him past security, sparks—and knives—fly. Now, Jules’ true identity threatens the Vatican and her heart.
Every holy war demands a sacrifice: Her world... or his life?
SERPENT & DOVE x WITHIN THESE WICKED WALLS
God created man and demon.
Demon crucified God.
Man abandoned God.
And one more tenet that only the Vatican knew:
Man harnessed demon’s unholy magic.
Selene Alleva ghosted her blade over the faint blue veins of her inner arm, lingering over the symbol carved into her bones. Devour.
If she’d done one thing differently, she wouldn’t be in this predicament—encased by the scent of rot and mold, poised to bleed herself for power.
Just one thing.
She shivered, but it wasn’t the threat of snow aching through her eye teeth and into the depths of her skull.
They tasted like violence. Like a split lip. Iron and putrid.
Raising a hand, she cocked her head.
Selene silenced her subordinate with a look. Ambrose was too weak to feel the tainted magic, and she had no patience for his dearth of natural talent. Arching a brow, she stared at the shimmer of rune-carved metal on his hands. Knuckle dusters? Honestly…
“We’re close. Move.” She led her team down a shallow flight of stairs, chasing the cold pull to a crumbling stucco building at the end of the street. It looked abandoned—but wasn’t.
Two. No, three. Maybe more. An infestation this size wasn’t unheard of in Rome, but this close to the Vatican?
She’d reward them with steel for their trouble.