The Veil of Obsidian (The Rivers of Hell, #2.5)

I watch her from the shadows, veiled by night.
When the sky turns obsidian and she lets down her guard, I’m there. Silent. Waiting.
Lurking... from under her bed?

My name is Aim—demon lord, spymaster, and the most dangerous voyeur in the British suburbs.
I’ve toppled kingdoms, blackmailed archdemons, and gathered secrets that could start wars.
But somehow, I’ve ended up hiding beneath a mortal’s IKEA furniture.

I saw her by chance—brown curls catching the twilight, sparkling gray eyes full of mischief and light. She didn’t know that one accidental touch would mark her.
That I’d claim her.
That I’d haunt her.

Sweet Amy has no idea her quiet little life just became the target of Hell’s most relentless shadow.
And she’s never going to keep a secret from me again.