I inherited my grandmother's house and her enemies. Demon hunters want me dead, convinced I've gone dark. Problem is, I can't control the magic I inherited, and "I'm just untrained, not evil" isn't much of a defense when they're holding blessed blades. Desperate, I used Grandma's rosary to summon a guardian angel for protection. What I got was Kayne—fallen, dangerous, and pissed about being bound to protect me despite his banishment from Heaven. He fell for lusting after mortals. One touch and I understand why. His touch is divine ecstasy, and when his black wings wrap around me, I feel both corrupted and saved. The hunters want me dead. Heaven cast him out. But together? We're unstoppable. "You summoned a fallen angel, little witch. Let me show you why I fell." I asked for divine protection. I got a fallen angel with black wings and a glowing... y'know. Sometimes prayers are answered better than expected.