Outcasts (Badlands 3)

*Grimm*
Pariah.
Dark Messiah.
Harbinger of death.

My reputation has always preceded me.

I’m a brother to the queen of the Badlands.

I’m one of the few confidants to her fiancé–the devil himself.

And those whispered rumors that I’m a silent killer, a true harvester of souls?

They’re true.

People never see me coming. I don’t discriminate, I show no mercy, and I feel no remorse.

My only loyalty is to my family and when someone important to them goes missing, I vow to do whatever is necessary to track her down and bring her back.

But the person I find is not the same woman who was stolen away.

Something’s different...

*Grimm*
Pariah.
Dark Messiah.
Harbinger of death.

My reputation has always preceded me.

I’m a brother to the queen of the Badlands.

I’m one of the few confidants to her fiancé–the devil himself.

And those whispered rumors that I’m a silent killer, a true harvester of souls?

They’re true.

People never see me coming. I don’t discriminate, I show no mercy, and I feel no remorse.

My only loyalty is to my family and when someone important to them goes missing, I vow to do whatever is necessary to track her down and bring her back.

But the person I find is not the same woman who was stolen away.

Something’s different about her.
Something I find myself drawn to as we fight our way back to hell.

*Arlen*
Stubborn.
Reckless.
Original family disappointment.

My reputation has never preceded me.

I’m supposed to be this spoiled, rich b*tch who does everything her daddy tells her.

I was forbidden to even think about the Badlands.

But money means nothin to me and my paradise was a pretty cage I refused to be trapped in.

I fought my way out, I found a new family, and even though sh*t got tough sometimes it all worked out in the end.

And then I got kidnapped.
I thought it was over for me.
I almost broke.

I should have known he would never let that happen.
And I should have realized something inside me had shifted.

Maybe then I’d have seen the signs that I was falling for an irredeemable man.

A man who taught me that there was power in taking away a life.
A man who showed me just how beautiful hell truly was.

It’s only fair I warn you that this is not a story about a rescued damsel in distress.
This is a story about what happens when a man who collects souls finally meets his match.

This book can be read as a standalone but I recommend starting Savages & Deviants first.