Some hearts are too dangerous to heal. Some boys are too beautiful to trust. And some revenge is worth dying for.
KAYLOR
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
They broke me once. I won’t let them break me twice.
Raine. Kreed. Maddox. Mason.
They weren’t just the kings of Elmwood Public. They were the devils who taught me that love and destruction wear the same beautiful face. I thought escaping their gilded cage meant freedom. I thought the nightmares would end, that the scars would fade, that I could forget the taste of their betrayal on my lips.
I was...
Some hearts are too dangerous to heal. Some boys are too beautiful to trust. And some revenge is worth dying for.
KAYLOR
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
They broke me once. I won’t let them break me twice.
Raine. Kreed. Maddox. Mason.
They weren’t just the kings of Elmwood Public. They were the devils who taught me that love and destruction wear the same beautiful face. I thought escaping their gilded cage meant freedom. I thought the nightmares would end, that the scars would fade, that I could forget the taste of their betrayal on my lips.
I was wrong.
Because the monsters hunting me now make the Corvo boys look like saints. And the only way to survive the darkness closing in? I have to let the four devils who destroyed me back into my life again. Not that they gave me much of a choice.
But I’m not that broken girl anymore, and I’m done playing nice.
KREED
I let her walk away. I told myself she was safer without me, that she belonged with the Vipers. That was my first mistake. My second? Thinking I could forget her.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for her.
But when Kaylor looked at me with those sad eyes, she made me believe I could be more than the monster everyone expected; she became my obsession. My salvation. My destruction.
I’d battled monsters before, on the field, in the ring, in the streets that bled Elmwood dry. The kind that came with brass knuckles and back-alley deals. The kind that didn’t flinch at the sight of blood, especially not mine, but Kaylor Steele wasn’t a battlefield I could blitz through with fists or threats. She was all sharp edges and deep scars. And the fight for her? It wasn’t about power or pride.
It was about survival, and I had no intention of losing. Not her.
