Sequel to Lost In A Reverie. Set five years later, Angel now had rebuilt her life from the ruins it was once before she left her mother land. She can smile without forcing it, she laughs more genuinely, she has a medical degree under her belt and she would turn her head away at the sight of a bottle of Jack. But most of all, she doesn't want to disappear anymore. She's better now but still, what will happen once she returns to the godforsaken place that she had ran away from all those years ago? It's safe to say past is not past because one glimpse of her past had her entire being doing an awful rerun of what she had striven to forget.
Angel Lastor, maker of her own demise and a modern day femme fatale. As a descendant of one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in the world, she is understandably revered and envied by those who knows her name. As a casual outlaw infamous for the unrelenting force of her fury and wanton lust for violence and a needle to her vein, her name is synonymous to a shot gun housing a set of bullet shells held to your head. It goes without saying that the last thing a rule abiding, saintly, and almost-too-good-to-be-true man like Frederick Richardson would want was to attach himself to a shit stain like Angel Lastor. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want, do we?