Sixteen-year-old Daughter of Death, Damaris, was born evil. The only way her kind gain access to Heaven is to steal human souls and trade them for eternal life. Or so she's been told. But Damaris doesn't buy that and refuses to kill anyone. She's also determined not to let her little sister, Genie, end up a heartless, soul-stealing murderer like her parents.
The key to saving them both is Chase, a smokin' hot stranger with a penchant for breaking in through her bedroom window. Bent on retrieving his sister's stolen soul from Damaris's family vault at any cost, he offers a trade. He can free captured souls in exchange for her help.
They only have three weeks until her father's Death Day. Twenty-one days to find Chase's sister. Five-hundred hours to free all the souls before her dad hands them over to Death and they are lost forever. Thirty-thousand minutes to save Genie and prove to her kind that their ancient beliefs are wrong. The clock's ticking, and Damaris is running out of time.
First 150 Words:
I spin the loan crystal vial between my fingers. The silvery-blue soul dances erratically inside the glass like misty water. For the millionth time, I whisper an apology to the little soul in its cold, beautiful prison. I know it means nothing at this point, but pretending it does makes me feel better. Just in time to hear my sister giggle maliciously, I put the vial carefully back in it's place on my bookshelf.
Sighing, I squeeze my eyes shut, count to five while holding my breath, and all I get is a head rush and those stupid white spots flickering in my vision. That's when the tingly feeling hits me.
Someone is watching me through my window.
Genevieve squeals down the hallway again, dragging something heavy and loud across my bedroom door. But, luckily for her, it's not Genie that is my main concern anymore. It's whoever is spying on me.