Raven Vesper eats sins for a living.

It's a nasty gift—one that comes from angel blood gone sour in her veins over seven generations. She can crack open divine contracts like rotten fruit, swallow the sin whole, and shit it out before it kills her. In a world where humans scrape by with candle magic and folk charms, where real power costs your soul or your sanity, what Raven can do makes her a threat.

The angels want her dead for it.

So when seven letters arrive at dawn, each sealed with blood-red wax and bearing the mark of the Seven Houses, she knows exactly what they are: a noose, tightening. Her grandmother's debt—five years of service to the angels of sin—has come due. The old woman's corpse is barely cold, and they're already at the door, collecting.

Croesus, the Angel of Greed, doesn't make requests. He makes acquisitions.

He rules the House of Gold like a king presiding over his own mausoleum—everything he touches turns precious and dead. When Raven walks into his domain to pay what's owed, he expects another broken thing to add to his collection. Another soul to drain dry.

What he gets is a woman who looks at him like he's a disease she's deciding whether to cure or cauterize.

She doesn't flinch when he speaks. Doesn't kneel when he commands. And when she absorbs the sins of his victims—takes their greed into her own body and lets it claw through her like barbed wire—he sees something flicker behind her eyes that he hasn't seen in a thousand years: hunger that matches his own.

She should run. She doesn't.

Seven years stretch ahead of her now. Seven Houses. Seven angels, each more venomous than the last. But as Raven works in Croesus's shadow—breaking contracts, stealing souls from rival collectors, learning exactly how deep the rot in Heaven goes—she uncovers the truth her grandmother died protecting: Someone is hunting the angel-blooded. Killing them. Harvesting them.

And the seven angels of sin—beautiful as poisoned honey, brutal as winter—are either her only chance at survival, or the ones sharpening the knife meant for her throat.

She'll find out which soon enough.

If she lives that long.

The first book in a dark reverse harem series where the real monsters wear halos, magic is paid for in blood, and sometimes the only way to break a curse is to bind yourself to seven devils who were once one god.

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