Tragedy defined my life at this point.
I'm dark. I'm twisted.
Hell, I'm tainted.
Invisible to the naked eye, blood coats my hands red.
I'm just trying to survive in this game of cat and mouse.
But Ryder wants to dig deeper. He wants to see who I am beneath my hard-ass exterior.
I'm not letting him in. I don't let anyone in.
Because it seems like every person I touch suffers.
But when I become the mouse in this sick game I'm playing, Ryder's my only hope for survival.
But the real question is . . .
Can the bad boy save me in time?
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