Book 3-Book 5 (The Covenant Flame Saga, #2)

The night had the pulse of a city that never slept, and from the

terrace of 432 Park Avenue, Manhattan stretched beneath me

like a river of gold and neon. Lights reflected off glass towers,

and somewhere below, tires hissed against rain-slick streets,

a heartbeat synchronized with mine. Inside, the gala roared

with opulence—Dior gowns, Valentino tuxedos, Dom Pérignon

chilled just so—but the spectacle didn't hold my attention. She

did.

Johnika moved through the crowd like a subtle flare of flame

that...