PROLOGUE

Darian Emberly regarded St. Stephen’s church from across the road, overwhelmed

by the grandiosity of the architecture and all its history. It was a building one could believe the creator of heaven and earth might

actually deign to live in. He pulled out his cell and pressed Lucius on the speed dial. He’d spoken rashly to his brother. Whatever must be done, Darian must not play a role in it.

He cursed when the call went to voice mail. Lucius never checked his voicemail. He clearly didn’t want to be reached, and there was no telling when he’d turn it back on.

After the first human life of his conscience, Darian vowed never again.

His face was scarred forever by that night. He knew people must whisper. How

did he get that scar? He deserved it, no doubt.Darian had hoped the reminder of his sin would keep him on the straight and

narrow, but there were too many roads that wound around him—all leading

into Hell. This time, it was a woman on his conscience, and there was no physical

scar to carry. He’d used her and broken her, and in the end, he was responsible for her death.But they say confession is good for the soul.

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