Olivia Helling books

Damon Snow and the Nocturnal Lessons

My hands opened and closed as I forced them from pressing against my temple, but I couldn’t stop them from releasing the book I held to fall into my lap. “Damon,” my cull of the evening said. “Damon, what’s wrong?” I felt his hand hover over me like a brand. I slapped it away, and he didn’t have ...