She’s soon drawn to Taren, the mysterious boy with hazel eyes. He’s not what he
seems, but what is he?
When chaos erupts, they are forced to flee the institution together, and the
secret that Taren has been keeping brings Ember closer to understanding her
own. And leads her to… the Gateway.
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Summary from Goodreads:
**Description Contains Book 1 Spoilers**
Two months have passed since Ember Lyons
nearly died killing the powerful Root Demon threatening the Los Angeles
Gateway. Physically healed, images of the day still haunt her and she can no
longer access the power she once wielded. She can’t talk about it with anyone
at The Institute–not even her handsome, demon-hunting boyfriend, Taren.
Besides there are bigger things to worry about: Gateways around the world are
weakening, Keepers’ Marks are fading, escaped lesser demons are populating Los
Angeles, and it looks like the Root Demon wasn’t alone.
When the Institute sends Ember and a team to Europe, she hopes to find answers
and security on the journey, but another attempt on her life reminds her she’s
never really safe.
Then she’s thrust together with the mysterious Alexander. Ember can’t be sure
if this charismatic man is her most formidable enemy or greatest ally. Either
way, she needs him, because he’s the only one who can bring her to… the
Ember was only trying to keep a promise when she jumped into the demon world.
But instead of saving Cole and his people, she found herself just as trapped as
they are. She lives and learns with the Daemon survivors while the demon threat
grows every day.Meanwhile Taren struggles with his guilt for not stopping Ember. He’s desperate
to know she’s alive, but there’s been no sign of her except in his own vivid
dreams.As they struggle to reconnect, the Gateways around the world weaken, and the
demons begin to amass for war. The end is near and Ember must face her fears if
she has any hope of saving the world – or herself.
With everything falling apart, her only hope is to find…her Tether.
Expert From Book One:
“Did she hurt you?” Taren asked. “Your head hit the tile pretty hard.” That explained the spinning, and the pain that was starting to seep through the cracks of my shock.
I reached up to touch the back of my head.
“Ow! Yeah, I guess she got me pretty good. What was that about, anyway? What’s her problem with me?”
Before he could answer, one of the nurses approached. “We’ll get you checked out now, dear.”
“I was just going to get her some ice,” Taren said, his hand on the small of my back, steering me away from the nurse.
“Don’t be silly,” the nurse said. “She could have a concussion. We need to take her to the E.R.”
While she went to confer with an orderly, I stifled a laugh. I had been wanting to get out of there. Maybe if my mother knew I was just as likely to lose my life inside the mental hospital as out, she’d spring me that much sooner.
“Wait.” Taren leaned close, his breath in my ear. My pulse went back to racing. “Do you have any…birthmarks?”
His question was so bizarre that I was heedless of the pain and snapped my head to face him.
His eyes were only inches away, boring into mine. He grabbed my wrist and pushed up the sleeve of my hoodie, searching. I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
“Do you?” he asked again, checking the other arm.
“N-no,” I stammered.
Intensity didn’t usually unnerve me, but at that moment, his definitely did.
“Taren, enough!” the nurse said, hurrying back to us. “What on earth are you doing?”
She pried his hands from my arm, causing Taren to come back to himself.
“Nothing, sorry.” He dropped his gaze. “Sorry, I hope you feel better.”
He turned abruptly and strode away.
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