The glimmer of hope I held was shattered.
Happiness was yanked away from me all over again by the same person that broke me at fifteen. Whether he'd done the deed or not didn't matter. My mind only saw his face lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.
Kaivan McMillan ripped open the scars on my soul and let them bleed.
There was not a part of me left that didn't ache, not a piece that wasn't shredded by the cruelty of fate...or was it?
When you ran from your past, you'd better be prepared for it to chase you, and chase me they did.
Would I survive another round with the demons of my past, or would they take me down forever?