There’s a theory about twins that says one is always good, and the other evil.
And from the outside looking in, I’m sure it looks that way when it comes to my brother and I.
After all, he’s a priest, and I’m a hitman, our career paths both a product of our childhood in one way or another.
But my twin is every bit as fucked up as I am, and I’m more determined than ever to prove that to the world now she’s in his life.
Waverly is a bright light.
She’s broken in a way that calls to us both, and I was obsessed from the first time I saw her.
Too bad my brother got to her first.
But I’ve never let a thing like that stop me before, and I’m not about to start now.
