Have you ever thought that someone was better off dead? Ruthlow isn’t a saint. Like everyone else, the occasional murderous thought crosses his mind. But he doesn’t think he will ever stoop to that level, until he finds his godchild in danger. Vea is the godchild he treasures deeply, but Ruthlow soon finds himself as the other half of a serial killer duo with her. He believes that he still has things figured out, but he isn’t sure how to handle one thing - how Vea seems to have an addiction to being raped. Ruthlow is no saint, but surely he is no sinner either? After all, he only kills the people who deserve to die. And he knows that dead men can do no harm. Because it is the living that he has to fear. (This novel is written in British English so some words are spelled differently.)