Infernally Marked by Jewels Arthur

I’m a killer and I’m good at it.
It’s not something you can put on a resume or bring up during a date — but we all have our secrets.
The visions I see at night are part of mine.
The Elders send me visions of my new targets — chosen by them — for me to kill. I don’t determine if they are good or bad — just that their fate is to die by my hand.
Questioning the Elders is suicide. I am just a monster for them to direct.
One night my vision features four sinfully yummy men. They seem to find me delicious as well.
When my life gets thrown into chaos, these men are the only ones I can trust.
What happens when I am not the monster I’ve always believed myself to be?
I went from being the killer to the target.
One thing is for sure, I don’t plan on remaining anyone’s prey.