It takes a special kind of glue to mend a broken Angel. She came to the right place-or so she thought. Broken, traumatized and scared. Her past was a place that had no business in her future. But she ran to me. She should have kept running. Sophia A man that keeps his secrets hidden behind eyes that are shielded by the blackest shade. A prince shrouded in the helm of darkness to disguise a heart that is cloaked with the souls of the damned. A wild Boar dressed in biker leathers, sunglasses and a stinking attitude. A man who could pick a fight in an empty room. A God of war.Just the man I need right now.