Everyone’s got a dark side.
You may know me as a dangerously handsome, effortlessly stylish half-demon Luther Cross. That part remains true, but everything else has changed.
There’s a war brewing between Heaven and Hell. My only concern is staying off angel radar, but with a power vacuum in Chicago’s supernatural underworld, I’m looking at a full-blown demonic turf war–one that will most certainly bring the angels down from their clouds.
That would be inconvenient for me, to say the least. If I’m going cover my own ass–meaning put a stop to this–I’ll need some help. Unfortunately, my ally of choice is a centuries-old demon who isn’t doing jack for me unless I first do something for her.
And that, well. That’s going to piss off a lot of powerful people, including some I once called friends.