Alliance by Natalia Lourose

A sinner met a saint, Two worlds collided, And everything burned.

Lana: I’ve done everything right.
Playing the part of the demure famiglia daughter, And hiding my pain beneath makeup and pretty dresses.
But marrying a man ten years my senior?
Whose words cut like knives, And lips taste like poison.
This is the one thing I can’t do.

Naz: I’ve done nothing right.
I’m not a virtuous man, I balance on the line between light and dark.
My past is littered with sins, Each of them is haunting me.
I’m not worthy of the angel with long hair and hazel eyes.
And yet, I’d burn the city to the ground to hold her in my arms.
What’s a sinner to do?