We are the cast-offs, the forgotten, the broken; we are dark, dangerous men haunted by our violent pasts. The Guardian collects us, rehabilitates us, and gives us a new lease on life...if we follow a few, simple rules: Once you're in, there's no going back; never take a life; loyalty to the brotherhood above all. My mother killed my father in a murder-suicide. The old bastard deserved it, so I'm not exactly mourning his loss. My brothers and I attended the funeral, of course. We were the only three there, and only for our mother. Walking away from that funeral to clear my head, I'm accosted on the sidewalk by a fiery, feisty crimson-haired siren with a foul mouth and a body wars have been fought over. The problem? I have enemies. Bad men who will kill anyone even seen near me, just to spite me. Why? I used to be an assassin for a crime syndicate and refused to kill an innocent woman. They want me dead...and Terra, just for being seen with me. We're on the run and I have to keep us both alive without breaking my vow, and try to figure out if it's mere lust pulling me to Terra Connolly, or something deeper that could change both our lives...