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I was a killer. And if I wanted to survive, I was going to have to kill again, and the runes across my stomach were trying to tell me something important. When I looked up at the sky, those dark claws were there. I blinked twice, and then they were gone. Perhaps it was the starvation making me see things, or perhaps it was a prophecy that I’d better start listening to. I knew what I needed to do in order to survive. I was supposed to kill. Sarah would find out and see me for the monster than I am. I clenched my fingers into fists and growled at the mocking sky. “I’d rather starve.” The second I arrived home, I curled into bed with a still-sleeping Sarah and let the sobs take me. She roused from a deep sleep, her eyes still heavy with satisfaction. That only made me cry harder. “Babe,” she said, wrapping her warmth and sweet magic around me, “it’s okay. I’m here.” I cried into the curve of her graceful neck, and was surprised that she didn’t try to pry into my head to find out what was bothering me. She was a powerful muse, capable of ripping my mind apart if she so chose. The reality struck me like a dagger. Maybe she was afraid of what she’d find. Forcing myself to sit up, I took her hands in mine. “Sarah? “Yeah?” “Let’s go to the bar tomorrow. There’s something we need to talk about." —Seven Sins: A Reverse Harem Romance Complete Series