My name is Mavi StClair. I'm a monster with a pretty face. An assassin in trade. Guilt, remorse, it's never touched me. I'm as cold as they come and just as professional. Dealing death has always come easily, and I inflict it with ease. It fuels and feeds the twisted darkness inside me. My downfall begins with a single night of untamed passion leaving me hungering for more of him. One wicked soul recognizing another. Now he owns me. The lines of what I know are blurred. I'm playing his game. A pawn, eternally tangled in a web of secrets and lies. He won't let me go. Taking pleasure in my fall from grace. Question is, can I save myself before I'm damned completely?