His hand closed around my wrist, his skin cool and his grip like unforgiving steel. His gaze on mine didn’t shift, didn’t falter. My human flesh passed right through it, entering his space, his prison. The air shimmered but offered no resistance it was an impenetrable wall only to the creature trapped within. Their hands grabbed my legs to tear me away. Voices burst out in protest and footsteps thudded-the men scrambling toward me. The barrier shuddered more violently as the demon pressed against it. My arm trembled as I slid my palm across the blood-splattered floor toward the silver line. But swirling darkness filled the dome, and only I could see him.Ī monster before me. If they’d been able to see the demon, bestial bloodlust rolling off him, they wouldn’t have dared utter a sound.

Somewhere near my feet, the men who’d done this to me laughed. The ethereal barrier rippled as he shifted closer, his black stare fixed on me. It bound him to this realm-and protected the humans who had called him here. That line had separated us since I’d first laid eyes on the summoning circle. He crouched at the edge of the gleaming silver line set into the floor. Sprawled on my stomach, one arm pinned under me, I craned my neck to keep my gaze on the demon. I was sure I would feel it before I died. Wet blood cooled on my skin, but I felt no pain. * BingeBooks earns revenue from qualifying purchases as an Amazon Associate as well as from other retail partners. Reader says this book is.: action-packed (1) creative magic (1) emotionally riveting (1) entertaining story (1) epic storytelling (1) great world-building (1) heartwarming (1) imaginative (1) suspenseful (1) terrific writing (1) unputdownable (1) year's top 10 (1) Pretend I didn't notice the shadowy being trapped inside it. Pretend I didn't find the summoning circle in the basement.

And I'm supposed to act like I don't know how illegal and dangerous it is.Īll I had to do was keep my nose out of it. He calls creatures of darkness into our world, binds them into service contracts, and sells them to the highest bidder.

I was right about the sorcery, but wrong about everything else. When I arrived at my uncle's house, I expected my relatives to be like me - outcast sorcerers who don't practice magic.

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