Harbinger of death.
My reputation has always preceded me. I’m a brother to the queen of the Badlands. I’m one of the few confidants to her fiancé–the devil himself. And those whispered rumors that I’m a silent killer, a true harvester of souls? They’re true. People never see me coming. I don’t discriminate, I show no mercy, and I feel no remorse. My only loyalty is to my family and when someone important to them goes missing, I vow to do whatever is necessary to track her down and bring her back. But the person I find is not the same woman who was stolen away. Something’s different about her. Something I find myself drawn to as we fight our way back to hell.
Original family disappointment.
My reputation has never preceded me. I’m supposed to be this spoiled, rich b*tch who does everything her daddy tells her. I was forbidden to even think about the Badlands. But money means nothin to me and my paradise was a pretty cage I refused to be trapped in. I fought my way out, I found a new family, and even though sh*t got tough sometimes it all worked out in the end. And then I got kidnapped. I thought it was over for me. I almost broke. I should have known he would never let that happen. And I should have realized something inside me had shifted. Maybe then I’d have seen the signs that I was falling for an irredeemable man. A man who taught me that there was power in taking away a life. A man who showed me just how beautiful hell truly was. It’s only fair I warn you that this is not a story about a rescued damsel in distress. This is a story about what happens when a man who collects souls finally meets his match.