Sometimes angels deserve to fall.
Sometimes all they need is a little push.

In charge of paradise's security, Nathaniel works hard to keep the angels safe. Danger comes from below, the pit of demons right beneath their feet, so when a human starts to cause trouble up above, it makes him question the system he'd deemed infallible. Who's Aiden, and more importantly, can he trust him? Why do his fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake and his kisses feel as warm as sunlight?

Intoxicated by vetiver leaves and cedar wood, in a world where their eyes meet through the dark and the warmth of Aiden's body feels like home, Nathaniel puts his integrity at risk. Humans aren't supposed to make him feel this way, and never have; the only one who'd ever come close was one of his own, gone with the years, an aching memory. How is Aiden so like him? The golden curls on his head, the depth of his eyes, the color of his skin...

Is Aiden going to ruin everything?