It should have been a harmless swindle.
A survival tactic, plain and simple.
Because I, Rhea Thorn, am a survivor.
At least, I thought I was…
Until I conned a psycho.
After a meaningless one night stand, I emptied the his wallet and fled before the morning sun.
By that night, I had seventeen missed calls, and a broken window with a note:
You can keep what you stole, but I get you in return.
Everywhere I go, he’s there—blurring the vision between right and wrong, while enticing me with his sultry blue eyes.
Alaric made a promise I’d never forget him.
And I’m beginning to fear he’s right.