C.M. Owens

The ‘dead men tell no tales’ thing is a total load of crap, by the way. Ghosts never shut the hell up, and it’s hard to believe half the shit they say.

My mother’s most important rule? Never grow fond of the dead. They still have a worse death coming for them.

She was hunted down. That much I know, due to the vague voicemail she left me the night of her death.

Yeah, well, you’re delivering goods to vampires. There was some serious blood drinking going on in that house,”

It’s fear that unleashes evil.”

When he returns with a bottle of nail polish and a chair, I stare at him like he’s lost his mind.

“Sit,” he commands

The only thing I can hope is that your ignorance makes you wiser than her.”

That’s not confusing at all.

“I offered to protect you just last night, and you think I wouldn’t tell you if Damien is a threat?”

“No. He didn’t even know magic really existed until my mother. He fell in love with her because of how amazingly seductive it all was. Caught up in magic’s thrall, is what he calls it.”

You’re too gentle for the world of fighters, Violet,” she says quietly without looking at me