Ted Siemens thinks he's just lonely. Thirty-four, adrift in London, swiping through dating apps in search of something real. Then British intelligence knocks on his door with a map—and every place he's ever spent the night with a woman lines up, exactly, with the coordinates of planned Russian missile strikes.Ninety-three percent accuracy. No mechanism anyone can explain. Either Ted is the unluckiest coincidence in the history of warfare, or his desire has become the most valuable ...

Heaven chose her. Hell wanted her.Charlotte Catherine Grace can see the monsters hiding in plain sight — the demons curled in shadows, the beasts whispering in the dark corners of every soul.When the boy she trusted reveals the Legion inside him, she's dragged into a war older than any scripture — hunted by a Division that wants her bound and a darkness that wants her broken.She is the Lock. The hush inside her veins is the only thing keeping Hell from breaking loos...

Heaven chose her. Hell wanted her.Charlotte Catherine Grace can see the monsters hiding in plain sight — the demons curled in shadows, the beasts whispering in the dark corners of every soul.When the boy she trusted reveals the Legion inside him, she’s dragged into a war older than any scripture — hunted by a Division that wants her bound and a darkness that wants her broken.She is the Lock. The hush inside her veins is the only thing keeping Hell from breaking loos...