My second year at Daizlei didn’t kill me. It did something so much worse.
It killed her.
And the world will never be the same because of it.
Anastasia thought she could own me. The Supernatural thought they could control me. They didn’t realize the darkness they courted until the walls of Daizlei came crushing down around us.
I always thought of myself as hard. Unbreakable. Unbeatable.
Until someone beat me.
Now…I was broken and I planned to use all my sharp edges for the one thing I had left.
Revenge.
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