Sinclair Taylor Vodka… √ Cookie-dough ice cream… √ Wife beater… √ All the key components needed to cure a busted-up heart, right? Shit… Just give me the vodka… After all these years, that’s how this’ll end, huh? Never saw that coming. Cheating bastard… Walking away from him is like a silent death. And if that doesn’t do the trick the evil that’s been silently waiting, hiding in the shadows for me will. Sweeping in and wrapping its devious hands around the vital signs of my crazy life, literally. Without warning… Without remorse… With a deadly end in sight… Cass Jackson Possessive motherfucker… √ Blunt unapologetic bastard… √ Cheater… X I’m a lot of things. But a fucking cheater is not one of them. I’m also not done with her. If she thinks this is over, she’s wrong. Everyone and everything standing in my way is nothing more than weak obstacles, background noise. Poking the beast can be deadly but in this case, it’s the lesser of two evils. Do you believe in Fallen Angels?