The Devils of Raven’s Gate: A Dark Romance Duet

Prologue

Maureen

S ometimes there’s not enough light to chase away the darkness. Not enough holy water to cleanse your sins.

I scrubbed the blood off my hands, but its metallic stench still lingers on my skin. That night still haunts me. Like a nightmare that begins as a pretty dream.

I still think about him. The masked man with the piercing blue eyes. He remains lost, nameless. But the memory of his fingers on my back, zipping up my corset in the bathroom at Wickford Mansion after those assholes defiled me, is fresh in my mind. I wanted to stay with him. But I had to go upstairs and murder a man.

I did the right thing…

Fuck.

Did I do the right thing ?

Fuck it.

I’d do it again.