Kazar: Dark Mafia Romance

WREN On Christmas Eve, I stood alone in the choir loft of St. Sophia's and watched a man die on the steps below. I saw the face of the man who shot him. He saw mine. For four months I've told no one. I lock my door. I teach piano to the neighbours' children. And somebody has been leaving things on my piano while I sleep. A glove I lost. A new lock. A card that says Don't sing on Sundays. I kept singing. Now there's a new card. Pack a bag, ptichka. And the man knocking at my back door in the middle of the night is the youngest Zorovsky brother. The one who sits in the last pew. The one people cross the street to avoid. He isn't asking. KAZAR The night my father died, I looked up at the church and saw a girl's white face in the loft window. She saw everything. That makes her the only thing standing between my family and the man who wants to finish us. I've guarded her from the dark ever since. She never knew my name. Now I know a secret about my own blood that could burn this city down, and the price of keeping her alive is letting my brothers believe I've betrayed them. So I'll take her. Across Death's Door, to my mother's island, where nobody can follow. Touch her, and you'll find out what I really am. This is the third book in The Zorovsky Brothers Series. Reading order: Niko. Artur. Kazar.