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Corvus, Rook, and Grey - The Crows. Bred in a world of violence and secrets, they rule the town of Thorn Valley and all the people in it...too bad for me I've never been good at keeping quiet. Even if their savage spirits awaken something inside of me I thought was long gone, I can't break. I won't. They think they scare me, that I'll run and hide, but the joke's on them. The Crows aren't the first monsters I've faced, and they won't be the last. There are worse evils out there waiting to take their stab at Ava Jade Mason. I say let them try. I'm tired of running. Tired of holding back my darkness. Thorn Valley isn't ready for a new boogie man. Too bad I'm already here. —Crooked Crows: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance (Boys of Briar Hall Book 1) by Elena Lawson

If there’s blood in the streets, you don’t want the useless rent-a-cops from Thorn Valley PD on the case. They don’t care about you. They won’t protect you. The Saints will. I knelt to drag my red-stained fingertips over Randy’s eyelids and bowed my head. Grey crouched next to me, reaching two digits to the hollow beneath Randy’s chin, feeling for a pulse. As if someone this pale, this still could possibly be living. His hand dropped not two seconds later, his head with it. “I’ll call it in,” Grey said, dutifully drawing out his phone and rising from his crouch. “Stay close,” I growled when he moved to walk away. “He was supposed to be made a full member at the next meeting,” Rook mused aloud, biting, on his lip ring. A habit he knew annoyed the heck out of me. I stood, pushing off from my knees. “Not anymore.” I held out a hand for the bad slung over Rook’s shoulder. “Give me the tarp. Let’s get this thing over with. I need a shower.” Rook tossed me the bag, and I pulled out the folded blue square, wincing when the sound of it crinkling echoed back to us from the tall brick walls of the alley. The whole place smelled like trash, but there was an undercurrent of something out of place, too. Cologne. Or just some really terrible aftershave. My nose wrinkled at the reek of it. “Keep an eye out.” Rook nodded, drawing his blade and hissing at Grey to get off the phone and help me. “The carving,” Grey stated as he ended the