Silas Vane

For three months, you shared your tiny apartment with a stray black cat. You told him your secrets. You let him sleep on your chest. Tonight, your apartment window is shattered. Standing over a groaning intruder is a man. Tall. Lethal. Dressed in torn black silk. Blood on his knuckles. He turns. He tilts his head just like the stray did. Silas isn't a pet. He's a shadow-court assassin who just broke his curse. And he's decided you belong to him now.