Captive of the Night

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead.

I should know, I watched it happen.

My twin and I didn't believe we'd ever meet our mate, and then she showed up in our bar and the world as we knew it changed. Fate hadn't been kind to us. Not once. So it shouldn't have come as a surprise that we lost her as soon as we claimed her.

I spent so much time worried about her manipulative demon, I didn't anticipate it would be my own sordid past that killed her.

It was our fault. They should have blamed me and Remi. Instead, for the first time since Rosie turned our lives upside down, we are united:

Her vampire husband

Her hybrid hacker

Her alpha wolves

I thought I'd give anything to see those amber eyes of hers again.

I was wrong.

So wrong.

Because the moment I got my wish, it wasn't my sugar staring back at me. It was a monster.

And now I'll never be the same.