A fallen angel and a blind psychic? Forget heaven, that’s a match made in Hades. Veda and Caim couldn’t be more different. She’s watchful. He’s impulsive. She’s delicate. He’s a beast. But sometimes, the lion needs the lamb. They may not get along, but no one can take down a necromancer like this well-oiled assassin duo. In two years, Veda and Caim have taken down forty-one necromancers—the magical world’s worst of the worst. On their forty-second mission, they discover the eight-pointed arrow and the cult it belongs to. And they’re thrown into complete supernatural chaos. Veda: Two years ago, I woke up with no memory of who or what I am. Whatever happened to me left me blind. But I do have a gift. I can hear people’s thoughts. All around me, all at once, all the time. Except Caim’s, the smug bastard. Caim: When I fell from the sky, my wings turned black as coal—and my heart? Well, there’s a reason they say Fallen can’t love. I’ve walked the earth for a thousand years, a creature relegated to shadows and moonlight. Then I became an assassin, and I gladly picked up my blade. You want a dark-hearted beast to take down your target? I’m your angel. Ten centuries have taught me one thing: humanity sucks. No matter how much Veda says otherwise. She’s a whisper. He’s a blade. Together, this match-not-made-in-heaven has to stop the cult that holds the key to Veda’s past—and the magical world’s future.