Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

My name is Friday Malone, and I'm a Demon Killer, or DK to those of us in the trade. I'll get a text with a time and location, and I pack up my gear and head out. The time-usually midnight. The location-a different one each time, but usually a deserted warehouse in a forgotten part of the city. By day, I'm a mild-mannered computer program. By night, I'm out wandering the streets, decked out in crosses and knives from head to toe, playing the role of an evil slaying action figure. But hey, I'm a girl who loves her job...