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 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 promised me I'd never forget him. And I'm beginning to fear he's right.