Garrett Daly's former employer made the devil look like a reformed priest. He'd told Garrett his sister was dead, but a new lead made him think the devil lied to him. Shocking. If there was even a chance his little sister breathed, he had to find out, and if he saved another woman while he did, maybe he could erase one of the many black marks on his own damned soul.
Nixie Hutton wasn't naïve anymore. Prisons don't always have iron bars—sometimes they come with Egyptian cotton sheets, couture gowns, and hidden bruises. When a hawk lands on her balcony, she believes she's found an ally. But he isn't there for her.
Leaving anyone behind isn't going to fly, especially his mate. Fate had given him something he didn't deserve. But as nets tighten on them, they will either soar together or plummet apart.
