Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

They have to stop being a Toronto broadcasting corporation and get out and establish themselves in the cities across the land.

What does Éloa mean?”

He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.”

Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.”

“You wouldn’t have.”

“Was he a fallen angel?”

“She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.”

“Tricked her how?”

He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love her?”

Like an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.”

She shook her head. “How could he trick her?”

“He never told her his name.

My demons are really my angels prodding me to be better.

I’m addicted to your allure and I’m fiending for a cure.