Murder Most Foul
“Ahbi!” I was moving before I knew it, stumbling to fall on my abused knees at her side, where my grandmother laid facedown. I reached for her, desperate to help her without knowing what was wrong, pulling her toward me, feeling something hot and slick on my skin. I jerked away on impulse, stomach knotted at the scent of copper now very familiar to me.
Looked down.
Choked on a sob of disbelief.
My hands were covered in blood.
Syd is the prime suspect when her demon grandmother is murdered. But Ahbi Sanghamitra’s last act was to geas Syd with the task of finding the real killer—even if it means allying with the rebels who threaten to tear Demonicon apart.
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