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Held captive in the heart of a vampire empire, her freedom stripped and blood claimed, Reyna survives the only way she knows how—hope. Hope that she'll find a way to escape. Hope that she'll be reunited with Beckham. Hope that when she gets out of here, love will be waiting on the other side. Except escape isn't salvation. It's only the beginning.

It was supposed to be an easy job. My last heist for the Crescent Coven that would finally release me from their service. But they neglected to tell me I was stealing from The House of Shadows from the most ruthless vampire in New Orleans. Caught by Romans crew, I am terrified that I traded one lifelong debt for another. Between the arrogant wolf, the mysterious dragon, and the irritating fae assassin, the men of The House of Shadows have monsters brewing inside. They're ruthless, frustrated, and angry that Roman dragged me into their world.

Grace Mancuso, einzige Tochter des großen Mancuso-Paten, fiebert dem Tag entgegen, an dem sie ihren Mister Right, Lucino Luchese, endlich ihrer Familie vorstellen darf. Dragon De Angelis hat in Aurelia Bono die perfekte Frau gefunden und ist endlich bereit, sie um ihre Hand zu bitten. Vier Menschen, vier Clans, vier Schicksale. Sie sind beinahe glücklich, als ein Sturm über New York hereinbricht und sie in Figuren auf einem Schachbrett verwandelt, die von den mächtigen Mafiabossen hin- und hergeschoben werden.

**THE 10TH ANNIVERSARY EDITION of the second in Laini Taylor's breathtaking fantasy trilogy! 'REMARKABLE AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN' GUARDIAN 'MESEMERISING' MARIE CLAIRE 'THE WORLD-BUILDING DESCRIPTIONS AND LANGUAGE STOP YOUR HEART AND THEN, LIKE A DEFIBRILLATOR, START IT UP AGAIN' NEW YORK TIMES...

Was tust du hier, Storm? Hast du dich in unserem Spiel verlaufen? Spielst du auf der Seite der Guten? Glaubst du wirklich daran? Dann träum weiter, Kleines. Wie schade, dass wir nur eine Möglichkeit haben zu überleben, und in dieser Gleichung warst du nicht vorgesehen. Jetzt werden wir dich für unsere Zwecke benutzen. Dein letzter Atemzug wird uns befreien. Dafür sorgen wir.

My name is Friday St. Salvatore and I’m what’s known as a living vampire. But just means I haven’t died yet. Once that happens...I become the real deal. Except, I’m not really sure if being undead is what I want. I like being human. Or well, humanish. Unfortunately for me, I was just kidnapped by hunters who are hell bent on playing their sick death games. Me and all the other supernaturals they gathered are just the newest trophy’s they plan to hunt - and kill - for sport. The only way out of here? To escape.

Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as f***ed in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it's funny. Today, our game is about her. Eliza. The piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter. Braden thinks I can't make her a perfect sub.

The name is Braden Blood. I know Eliza's secret. I know exactly who she is. She's gonna give me everything I want - or else I'm gonna destroy the life she hopes to have with Galen. If what I want happens to be her, well...she's had it coming for years. She deserves everything she gets.

I'm Braden Blood, and I'm going to use Eliza any way I want. Yeah, she's my stepbrother's sub. Yeah, he's falling in love with her. That just makes the game better. You see, I know the truth about Eliza. And if she wants to keep me from telling the truth to Galen, then she's going to do anything I want.

My name's Galen Blood, and I'm not in love with Eliza. I only pulled her out of the gutter last night. Nobody falls in love that fast. I don't fall in love at all. I'm only playing a game with my stepbrother and using Eliza as the pawn, manipulating and using her, and there's no room for love in that.

I'm Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the Devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as f--ked in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it's funny. Today, our game is about her - Eliza - the piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter. Braden thinks I can't make her a perfect sub; that I can't dress her up beautifully, convince everyone she's a lady, and make her my whore in the back room. I disagree.