Halen:
They say eyes are the windows to the soul?but when he looks at me through hues of slate-green and flaring blue embers, I?m terrified of what?s watching me from behind his clashing gaze, something primal and feverish that threatens to melt me like fire in ice.
I fear falling into Kallum Locke?s pitch-black soul.
But after I?m called to a crime scene to investigate the most gruesome act of violence to descend on the legendary town of Hollow?s Row, I have no choice but to turn to Kallum, to the man I had locked away in an asylum for the criminally insane.
He?s the leading expert on all things Nietzsche and occult. And now, to get answers, I?m forced to make a deal with the devil himself.
Kallum:
Really, eyes are the windows to the soul? Then I wonder what little Halen St. James thinks of all the cryptic eyes watching her in the killing fields? I wonder if the hairs on her delicate nape lifted away, if a thrilling shiver raced over her soft skin. She?s desperate for the answer, and she?ll do anything to uncover it?even make a deal with me, dangling freedom like bait on a hook.
But she?s far more tempting to sink my teeth into than any lure.
Halen:
They say eyes are the windows to the soul?but when he looks at me through hues of slate-green and flaring blue embers, I?m terrified of what?s watching me from behind his clashing gaze, something primal and feverish that threatens to melt me like fire in ice.
I fear falling into Kallum Locke?s pitch-black soul.
But after I?m called to a crime scene to investigate the most gruesome act of violence to descend on the legendary town of Hollow?s Row, I have no choice but to turn to Kallum, to the man I had locked away in an asylum for the criminally insane.
He?s the leading expert on all things Nietzsche and occult. And now, to get answers, I?m forced to make a deal with the devil himself.
Kallum:
Really, eyes are the windows to the soul? Then I wonder what little Halen St. James thinks of all the cryptic eyes watching her in the killing fields? I wonder if the hairs on her delicate nape lifted away, if a thrilling shiver raced over her soft skin. She?s desperate for the answer, and she?ll do anything to uncover it?even make a deal with me, dangling freedom like bait on a hook.
But she?s far more tempting to sink my teeth into than any lure.