The rules go out the window when death has a heart.


Kidnapped in the middle of the night, Madeline is thrown into a world straight out of ancient myth, where corpses reanimate on their own . . . and she’s supposed to be their executioner. A normal person would run screaming into the night, but there’s something about dark, alluring Alaric that’s giving her pause, and it isn’t the fact that he turns feline from time to time. While living amongst the Vaettir allows Madeline to explore her darker nature, there’s one massive catch. The Vaettir are at war, and Madeline is inching ever closer to ending up on the wrong side of the executioner’s block . . . and she might just take the rest of humanity down with her. 

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