"I'm worse," Leon growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle the very floorboards. He moved into the sliver of moonlight, showing her the jagged marks on his skin and the hunger in his gaze. "I am the debt this town owes."
He had intended to break her, to use her soul to satisfy the bargain that kept him tethered to this realm. But as the cultists closed in, realizing Rae had seen too much, Leon found himself standing between her and the darkness he was born from. Her Soul to Take by Harley Laroux
Rae was a wanderer, a photographer of broken things, and she had just stepped into the center of a centuries-old cult’s hunting ground. Leon, a shadow given flesh and bound by ancient blood, was supposed to be the predator. He was the monster that the town whispered about, the soul-stealer who thrived on fear. "I'm worse," Leon growled, his voice a low
"You're not a ghost," she whispered, her camera dangling forgotten against her chest. But as the cultists closed in, realizing Rae