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But I wasn’t born with a name.

My mother, Sister Margarette, was a woman of God, but she soon forgot her vows when she was sent by her parish to provide spiritual guidance to death row inmate #39280.

Many have said my mother and father’s meeting wasn’t fated in the stars, but rather, it was churned in the bowels of hell.

Because nothing good would ever come from my mother falling in love with convicted and infamous serial killer Patrick O’Loughlin and having his daughter…me.

The day he was executed was the day I was born.

Again, another cruel twist of fate because I always felt like a part of his soul took over mine on that day. That can be the only explanation for why I do the despicable things that I do and like them…so very much.

I am part monster, part saint.

There is no salvation for a sinner like me.

Saint Maria’s orphanage was my home as a child. And it was nothing but hell until I met him…

Lennon Shepherd.

We found one another in the direst of circumstances, and I thought he was my forever. But forever came with an expiration date when he became the enemy.

Our adoptive mother, Gianna Ricci, has trained us to be her weapons in a war we never wanted to be a part of.

Now grown, Lennon and I are on opposite sides.

The boy I’ve loved since I was ten years old is the man I have to kill because if I don’t…he’ll kill me.

I am hunted.

But I am also the hunter.

This is war…