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... ΰ¨ΰ§ IN WHICH Fallon Isabelle Young-the saint of the Young family, all pale ribbons, trembling halos, and eyes too innocent for the things she survives-learns far too early that even angels can be taught how to bleed.
That monsters do not always hide beneath beds.
Sometimes they pluck your wings feather by feather until kindness begins curdling into something sharper. Uglier. Until a little girl once raised on bedtime prayers and gentle hands learns how to survive with a sinner's tongue instead.
Fallon grows into a peculiar contradiction: beautiful and vicious, Holy and furious all at once. A girl who smiles while self-destructing. A girl who turns cruelty into armour because tenderness got her hurt first.
Then she meets Joey Lynch.
Ballylaggin's worst-kept temper.
A boy built from clenched fists, buried bruises, and rage so deeply rooted inside him it has begun masquerading as personality. Joey carries his own monsters quietly, tucked beneath sarcasm and violence and the sort of recklessness that only exists in people who do not believe they are worth saving.
He understands fallon immediately.
Which is the most dangerous thing of all.
Because damaged people recognize each other in ways healthy people never can.
And when their worlds collide, so do the things haunting them.
Secrets begin spilling from the cracks. Trauma begins speaking in places words cannot. Anger becomes intimacy. Destruction becomes devotion. They begin orbiting each other with the terrifying dependency of two wounded things mistaking survival for love. The saint becomes a sinner while the sinner begins craving salvation.
The question is-
Can Joey Lynch restore the girl Fallon used to be? Or has she been surviving as somebody else for far too long?
And can Fallon chase away Joey's monsters when she could never outrun her own?
Or will they simply teach each other new ways to break?
Because some people heal together-and others detonate on impact.