The Veil

"They say I'm half demon, but I like to think of myself as half human, especially as the demons want me dead." Charlie Henderson is living a lie. Her real name is Muse and her attempt at a normal life is about to go up in smoke. When a half-demon assassin walks into her life, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, Muse must return to the one man she hoped never to see again and ask for help. The Prince of Greed isn't known for his charity. The price is high, but the cost could tear her apart.

Three dead Enforcers in three weeks, their bodies butchered. Muse has seen it before, and when she reads the metal memories in the murder weapon, she sees it all again. Her owner, Damien, is back, and he wants what is rightfully his. Muse escaped him and the netherworld, once before. This time, she's stronger, smarter. This time she knows she has the fires of hell at her fingertips, but so does Damien, and he's not the only one.

When Akil leaves a nine-year-old half-blood girl on Muse's doorstep, it's not long before the demons come hunting. But this time, Muse isn't the target. The Institute, Muse's immortal brother, and the Princes of Hell all want a piece of the little half-blood. What's so special about Dawn, and why has Akil conveniently disappeared just as Muse needs answers?

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As the veil begins to fall and the demons bleed through onto the streets of Boston, Muse knows the battle is lost before it's even begun. To make matters worse, Adam and the Institute have captured Akil at a time when the city has never needed him more. Muse believes Akil's incarceration is a ruse, because if he truly is at the mercy of the Institute, she must choose which side she'll fight for. Human or demon?

The veil fell. Demons are here. Muse knows she can stop the slaughter, but to do so, she must return to the battle-scarred streets of Boston and face the cold, hard, truth. Her old life is ashes. Her love, turned to dust. But all is not lost; a spark of hope remains. A spark from which an inferno can blaze.