Ruthless Saints (The Saints, #3)

by Michelle Heard

Death follows men like me. We do the dirty work, the hunting, the torturing, the killing, while the reaper just claims the soul.

In no universe can the moon and sun be together. They’re forever destined to be lightyears apart, with empty darkness filling the space between them.

For a moment in time, the sun shone on me. It was peaceful, the brilliance of the rays warming the frozen landscape of my life. When my time comes, she’ll be my last thought. Until then, I have to forget she ever existed.