The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)

by Marilyn Marks

“The devil ain’t coming for Papa’s soul.” I nodded against his shoulder. For the first time and only time in my life, I was grateful he could no longer hear. “I know,” I whispered. “He’s coming for mine.”

“Under the law of ‘I am Violet Warren and may do whatever the fuck I wish?’”

“We call it a parallel bond. For all intents and purposes, it means we are soulmates.

“I know what I can be. But part of me hoped if you saw a true monster, you would think me a little less of one.”