No Mourners, No Funerals

No Mourners, No Funerals

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No mourners, no funerals. It passed for good luck. As if every criminal didn't know its true meaning, that they were nothing but barrel rats crawling through the gutter. They said it, as if they didn't know that one day, they would die and the world would not bat a lash. Not a single person would care, mourn or cry. The barrel rats were an infestation, a mass of scrabbling bodies all fighting to survive. They knew better then to let their hopes be high, or their hearts be as soft as their hide. No mourners, no funerals. Criminals have an interesting sense of humor, don't you think, dear readers? Cover and description by @Night_Shadowedcat
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Viktorya Dmitriev. The Reaper. The Angel of Death. The names were heralders of destruction and trouble. Same as him. Kaz Brekker. Dirtyhands. The Bastard of the Barrel. They were notorious. She just as much as he. Two of the most dangerous criminals the Barrel had to offer, and yet, neither could stomach the thought of touching the other without the urge to retch. What happens when these two haunted, horrible creatures that crawled from the cracks between the shadows themselves fall in love? And somehow worse...with each other? As they dive head first into a treacherous heist, hoping to dismantle Pekka Rollins' empire of misery, Viktorya and Kaz's friendship that developed through their shared pain deepens with every step closer to their ultimate goal. Yet, the issues of their traumatic pasts loom on the horizon. Neither of them can fully bring themselves to the most intimate parts of a partnership. Touch. While Kaz is one of the only men Viktorya trusts with her life, body, and mind after her horrors at the Sweet Shop, his own aversion to the feeling of skin is a problem in itself. It is instances like this that will continue to threaten to pull them apart at every turn. But a vow they made as weak, broken children will always tug them back together again. "Always by your side....no matter the storm" "Your battle is my battle. We fight together" "For those we have lost. For those we love."

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