Only the dust and darkness remained, swirling and settling like milk drifting through coffee.

Full review to come. But this, this is how you end a series. Harley brought the horror, the gore, the smut and the passion. And absolutely smashed it, in the best possible way.

“I could not own you any more than one can own the ocean, or a storm, or a forest fire. Those are not things one owns; their beauty and power cannot be claimed in such a way. But they can be chased. And they can be worshiped.”

You haven’t converted my favourite kinks but dam you did make these one’s awfully enjoyable to read.

“Or our new terror.”