House of Sinners

Adelaide

This is still safe. He can’t reach me. He can’t touch me. And I absolutely do not want him to, either. If I keep telling myself this often enough, it’ll become true, right? While exchanging letters with a convicted felon for my court-mandated community service (don’t ask), I find myself inconveniently intrigued by my prison pen pal. Sasha seems to understand me better than anyone else has recently, but I’m not an idiot. He’s serving a life sentence, so getting too caught up in this when realistically, it has zero future, is out of the question. Obviously. Sasha

She is the one, the other half of my damned, rotten soul, the bright light to my darkness.

The Blackwood Correctional Facility is my castle, and I’m its king. When I first started responding to the letters from this woman who always seems to be oversharing, I did it to get the counselor off my back. I've got plans and I need them to think I'm on board with their program, not building my own empire. But I hadn’t expected her. I’ve never met anyone like her and I’m sure I never will again. It doesn’t take me long to figure out I’m obsessed with Adelaide Romano and there is no doubt in my mind that she’ll be mine.