Adreanna

My world has always been myself and my twin sister in our gothic home at Sinner’s End near the graveyard beyond our small town. I’m the responsible one. She’s the party girl. But I know it's a bad idea when she drags me to Harken, the refurbished asylum-turned-dance club run by the most dangerous man in the city everyone is obsessed with.

I know, and I still go.

But I don’t walk away unscathed.

None of us do.

Mana

Forget-Me-Knot. That’s the reason people come to my club. To drink the demon aqua vitae on offer and release their cares on the pithy lives they live from sunrise until sunset.

The hours I spend strapped to a chair, filling vial after vial with my own blood to provide their entertainment, locked to this plane in a deal I should never have made. The endless torment I hate, until I meet her.

Adreanna.

The human I want to ruin with every strand that connects me to this realm. But she also has the power to shatter me—if she chooses to use it.

Kaleb

Taking the bartending job at Harken was a no-brainer. I needed the cash, and the night hours freed my time to live it up. But between the freaky AF owner of the asylum and the girl I can’t take my eyes off, I’m screwed before everything turns weird.

Before I end up in a twisted quartet where I don’t have to be touched to experience pleasure or pain.

I end up kneeling for a creature I don’t want to worship.

All for the girl I’ll give everything for…even when I discover a part of myself that’s more terrifying than all the monsters Harken has to offer.

Lethe

I don’t know where I came from. I don’t know my own name, only the one given me by Harken’s monstrous owner. But my purpose in this place is clear: protect the woman we all obsess over with my dying breath.

Let her come to no harm.

Give her every part of myself, even if it means tarnishing the purity inside me.

I am the opposite of all Harken stands for, but the moment I touch Adreanna something awakens inside me I cannot—and will not—control.

Even if it means twisting my purpose and making her mine, no matter the consequences.

And those can be deadly.

Bowen

This world will end by my hand. I’ve known it since I fell, but I am not the only Fallen in Harken. Pity the other doesn’t recognize his face in the mirror or know his own name.

I am the end, the delusion, and the never-ending darkness. All will come to know their fate through me.

Harken’s stones will fall silent. Blood will flow.

One will die.

One will live.

One will rise above all.

And she will reign.