EOIN

The first time I see her, she's been broken--by the sort of cruelty I myself enforce.

She knows exactly who I am and what I'm capable of.

But I won't let the sins on my hands or the darkness in my heart touch her.

Her uncle's murder pushes us closer together, and I can't bring myself to let her go.

Even though it's all wrong.

Because she's a beacon of light in a dismal world. An angel.

Because she's mine.

EVELYN

They say he's a monster.

The Irish Devil.

To me, he's a shadow living in the periphery of my life, pulling strings and crossing off names.

A man with a reputation that colors him various shades of red.

When I see him covered in my uncle's blood, I believe every rumor I've ever heard.

But the Irish Devil won't stay away.

He'll ruin me in the end. And while every bone in my body warns me otherwise, I don't think I'd mind.