There's only one word to describe the devil's kiss. Violent.
There's only one word to describe a hunter who locks lips with the most revered, most feared, and most despicable demon to have ever existed. Traitor.
A hunter and the Devil. It's not just an unlikely pair. It's an impossible one. Add his two henchmen to the mix and there's only one word that spells. Disaster.
I am Melody Black. Daughter of the New York Guild's leader. Daughter of the best hunter to have ever existed. But daddy dearest is about to lose his title. He's conquered a lot, but the one thing he has never done is come face to face with Lucifer himself. Now, here I am, standing with the King of Demons, sword palmed, stance perfected.
There is only one thing left to do. Defeat him. There is only one feeling meant to be felt. Rage. Instead, desire rips through my body, and even though Lucifer doesn't touch me, I can feel him everywhere.
I am the hunter, but I am also the hunted. And it's not just Lucifer who has his dark eyes fixated on me.
