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  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise for Storm and Fury
  4. About the Author
  5. Booklist
  6. Dedication
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  50. Acknowledgments
  51. Excerpt from White Hot Kiss by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I thought about how I’d prayed to my father, desperate, promising to do just that. “I... I don’t know how you even fall in love, so I don’t know how to fall out of it.”

“You don’t,” he said. “At least, you can’t make yourself fall out of love.”

“You sound like you’ve tried.”

“I did.”

“You could get yourself a spell. There are some out there, but I’m sure they come with nasty side effects,” Cayman replied, looking over his shoulder at me. “Or you could barter, if you knew where to find a demon with a certain skill set...”

I lifted my brows. “Are you offering to barter?”

“I’m a businessman to the heart, little Trueborn. Well, a business demon, but whatever.” He faced straight ahead. “You know where to find me if it comes to that.”

Roth frowned at Cayman’s back. Barter my soul? Or parts of it? That wasn’t something I’d considered.

“You see any ghosts yet?” Roth asked as we passed an empty glass case.

“I’m catching a lot of quick glimpses of movement. It could be nothing, or it could be shy ghosts.”

“Or Shadow People?”

I nodded.

Cayman stopped, and I realized we were at the entrance to the gym. The doors were open, and a void of darkness waited for us.

Oh dear.

I could see literally nothing. Not even Cayman as he walked in and was swallowed up by the nothingness. Tiny hairs lifted all over my body. The vibe I’d had earlier increased as I stared into the darkness.

My feet were rooted where I stood. I, who was not afraid of ghosts, was a wee bit scared of the prospect of entering that gym.

“What is it?” Roth asked.

“Ghosts. There are a lot of ghosts in there. I can feel them,” I said, looking at him. “I can’t see them, though. I can’t...”

Roth understood, nodding. “Give me your hand. I’ll get you where we need to go.”

I stared at his hand. “You told Zayne what I did to Faye after you told me not to say anything.”

“I was wondering when you were going to bring that up,” he replied. “I changed my mind after I dropped you off. My bad.”

I frowned at him.

“You guys coming?” Cayman called out. “Because it’s kind of weird in here. Like, I don’t think I’m alone kind of weird.”

“Maybe talk about this later?” Roth suggested.

“Definitely later.” I put my hand in his. There was a strange burst of energy from where his skin made contact with mine, but I couldn’t really focus on it.