He was sent to destroy me. Instead, he became my salvation.

Ava
I’ve spent my life running from monsters. My father sold secrets to the Bratva, then disappeared, leaving me to pay the price. Now the most feared man in Las Vegas is standing in my apartment, quiet, watchful, and merciless.

Renat Korolyov. They call him the Devil. The brother who never smiles. The one who cleans up the family’s darkest messes and leaves no souls behind. He tells me I’m his leverage. That he’ll use me to lure my father out of hiding.

But every night I spend in his presence, I see the cracks in his armor. The loneliness. The hunger. And when he touches me, the Devil doesn’t look like damnation.

He looks like deliverance.

He says I was born to be his redemption. But men like him don’t get saved. They take, they claim, they breed their mark into the world and pray the angels never find them.