Almost dying on his wedding day might have been the easy part.
For eighteen years, geeky artist Patrick Centrina thought he was an average human guy—gods was he ever wrong. Now he has two blue horns growing out of his skull, and his former rival-in-love is the older brother he never knew he had.
But if Patrick thinks narrowly escaping death was the hardest part of becoming a Neodaemon, he’s in for a rude awakening. Because his new-found abilities are already starting to leak through his human facade, and it’s only a matter of time before someone notices. If Patrick wants to keep the most treasured parts of his old life—like his human best friend—he’ll have to become an expert liar, and quick.
But with his third wedding attempt fast approaching, accidentally outing himself as a daemon may be the least of his worries. Because the dark secrets of his past are starting to seep through the creaks, and this time they might just be lethal.
The Storm behind Your Eyes is the second novel in the fast-paced Marked Ones Trilogy. If you like spunky heroines, hot bishounen guys & thrilling urban fantasy with a science twist, then you’ll love this gripping New Adult Fantasy series.
Perfect for fans of Shadowhunters, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Dragon’s Gift: The Huntress.
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“You know, you’re not half bad,” Travis said as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, a few more times out and you’ll be better than half the people who drive here,” he added as he put his coffee cup back in the console.
“Travis, half the people who drive here are tourists,” I said, flatly.
He didn’t answer, a crooked smile spreading across his lips. I pulled my right hand off the wheel and punched him in the arm.
“Hey, hey, hands back on the wheel!” he shouted playfully as he batted my hand away.
I returned my hand to the wheel and slid the car to a stop as the light turned red. After the first jerky stop-and-go start down Pacific, things had gotten much easier. Even with all the one-way streets, hills, and bicyclists, driving in the city wasn’t proving to be that hard. I mean sure, my driving wasn’t going to win any good driver awards by any stretch of the imagination, but at least I wasn’t likely to get a traffic ticket today.
Hanging out with Travis was really no different than hanging out with Connor or Shawn. Laughing and poking fun at each other and all the other things guys normally did to each other. But there was a whole undercurrent to this day that neither of us was bringing up. Normally one of your parents taught you how to drive, but we didn’t have any. And so in awesome older brother fashion Travis was teaching me in his sleek black Porsche. But who had taught him? I had Travis, but who had he had?
I got the feeling he hadn’t had anyone, and so I didn’t ask. Because I didn’t want to remind him of the fifteen years. Those fifteen years when he had been alone. When he had thought I was dead.
I let my eyes drift to the pedestrians in front of us. People moved through the crosswalk, dark shapes interrupting the brightness of the day. It was too bright; I squinted against the light and the forms of the pedestrians blurred into a flickering dark mass. And then it all seemed to slow to an impossibly slow rate and everything jumped jarringly into sharp focus.
The slickness of a black leather briefcase; forty-seven silver stars dancing across a tight black tank top; the burning ember of a cigarette as the smoke swirled up through the air—all slid by so slowly as if it wasn’t moving at all. And then I saw her—just on the other side of the crowd—bits and glimpses at first. Pale blond hair, bleached white by the sunlight, fluttering in the breeze. Large brilliant blue eyes in a tiny face, looking out at me. Slowly her lips parted, and her eyes filled with fear. The little girl reached out toward me, and I leaned forward even though I had no hope of hearing her.
“Patrick,” someone called, but I ignored them, focusing on the little girl.
“PATRICK, TURN!” Travis shouted.
The scene in front of me sped up and changed in a blink of the eye. The girl was gone, the people were gone, and I realized I was about to drive into oncoming traffic. I jerked the wheel too sharply and went up onto the curb. Before I could even think to hit the breaks, I collided with a payphone.
What’s going on with Patrick & what will happen next?!
Find out when secrets & super-tech collide in: The Storm behind Your Eyes !