Mask Of Shards

The streets were quiet, but not kind. Alexia wiped her hands on her apron, the tavern's smoke and grime clinging to her like a second skin. Every misstep brought her closer to the doors she dreaded most-the ones leading to the brothel next door.
She didn't expect a savior.
But the shadows shifted, and Celine appeared-graceful, terrifying, otherworldly. She didn't offer mercy. She offered a choice: escape this life... if Alexia was willing to spill blood.
One kill. One life. One chance to be free.
And in that moment, Alexia realized freedom might come with a cost far worse than the chains she already knew.

Oc Aaron Credit and Book Cover to @stormbro