Bad Lands (The Savage Lands #4)

Bad Lands

I heard the last bell of the midnight hour strike in the distance.

An explosion popped behind my lids, funneling from the nectar, tangling with the thick magic still in the air. Electricity scorched up my throat and down my veins, burning everything in its wake. Energy surged my spine, the nectar’s force powering through me.

It did not speak the words, but it told me what I was.

I was nothing and everything.

The bridge between life and death.

The in-between.

I was The Grey.