The mark should have killed me. Instead, it made me a target.

My magic has always caused problems. They call it death's kiss. The witches avoid me. The fae despise me. Mages plot behind my back. Demons think we're kindred. And the local pack? They can't decide whether I'm a threat to contain or a problem to eliminate.

I put my reputation to use-hunting rogue supernaturals, retrieving cursed relics, and taking the dangerous jobs no one else will touch. My magic's unpredictable, my clients are shady, and the werewolf Alpha I keep offending can't decide whether to kill me or protect me.

Then there's Mephisto. Powerful, calculating, and far too intrigued by my magic to be trusted. I can't tell if he's my employer, my enemy, or something far more complicated.

Everything changed the night I went through fire-literally. I should have died. Instead, I came out branded with a raven.

Marked by death. Bound to power. Hunted by something darker than both.

Now the wrong eyes are on me, and every one of them carries the promise of ruin. And the ones who could help me may be just as dangerous as what's coming.

I bear the mark of the raven for a reason. I just need to survive long enough to learn why.

Perfect for readers who love dark urban fantasy with dangerous magic, morally gray characters, and slow-burn romantic tension.