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THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE
THE FIRST YES
TERMS OF OBEDIENCE
OWNED
THE COST OF OBEDIENCE
THE GIRL BEHIND THE GLASS
RED RIBBONS AND UNSPOKEN RULES
A CALL FROM THE PAST
THREE LIES AND A SECRET
THE COLLAR AND THE CAGE
HIS NAME ON MY SKIN
TORN PAGES AND TRIGGER WARNINGS
ROSES AND RAZOR BLADES
WHEN SHADOW BLOOM
THE PRICE OF TOUCH
PAPER SAINTS AND DEAD GODS
THE HOUSE HE BUILT FROM FIRE
A KNIFE NAMED VICTOR
THE VELVET WAR
GLASS CEILINGS AND OPEN WOUNDS
THE LEASH YOU ASKED FOR
THE GIRL IN THE CHOKER
LESSONS IN LEVERAGE
PAPER DAGGERS AND VELVET LIES
THE TASTE OF HIS WORLD
A VOICE IN THE MIRROR
THE EX-FIANCE'E'S WARNING
BLINDSIDED
THE RIBBON AND THE BLADE
THE RED STRING
VICTOR'S MIRROR
THE CEREMONY OF NO ONE
WHERE THE KNIFE RESTS
THE THINGS THAT DON'T BURN
THE KNIFE BESIDE THE WINE
VELVET DOESN'T BRUISE THE SAME
THE CONTRACT THEY NEVER SHOWED YOU
THE FLAME THAT LISTENS
WHEN SILENCE BECOMES A LANGUAGE
THE BLOOD THAT SPEAKS FIRST
FRACTURES IN THE MIRROR
WHEN THE FIRE LEARNS TO SPEAK
THE VELVET TRAP
HE WHO WATCHES THE FLAME
THE ONES WHO STILL REMEMBER
THE WOMAN WHO WATCHED
EAST BANK BLOODLINES
COLLATERAL SEDUCTIONS
THE ONES WHO FOLLOW HER
THE ONE THEY CAN'T BREAK
THE FUSE BETWEEN HER SKIN
WHEN OBSESSION BECOMES OATH
MADDOX'S GAME
THE MIRROR ROOM PACT
CHAPEL FIRE, VELVET BLADE
THE ECHO IN THE WALLS
AND THEN THE DOORS BROKE
The BOY BENEATH THE WATCHTOWER
THE GIRL WHO WASN'T ME
WHAT THEY BURIED IN MY NAME
WHEN THE REAL ONE BURNS FIRST
THE OTHER PROGRAM
THE GIRL WHO FAILS THE TEST
THE BLUEPRINT FOR BURNING
THE ONES WHO WATCHED
THE GHOST EVAINE LEFT BEHIND
SOFT HANDS, SHARPER KNIVES
TEST SUBJECT 13
RED LIPSTICK, BLACKLIST
THE KISS THAT WAS A THREAT
THE ONES WHO BET ON HER FAILURE
WHAT REMAINS UNSPOKEN
SOMETHING WORTH RUINING
ONLY THE LIARS SURVIVE
A QUEEN WITH NO CROWN
THE DEVIL AT THE AUCTION
BLOOD ON THE CANVAS
THE GLASSHOUSE GAME
THE PREDATOR'S VEIL
GARDENS THAT REMEMBER BLOOD
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He nodded and stepped to shield me from the street. The case clicked open with a too-expensive purr. Velvet. Metal. The instrument; some antique surgical flute of silver and moonstone nested like a lie. I lifted the fabric and found what I’d been waiting to hate: a wafer-small t...