COLT
We're filthy.
The four of us—Ash, Luther, Blaze, and me—we were the Crescent High princes once, ruling that place with a reckless kind of violence, the kind that stains your hands. People either hated us, feared us, or wanted to be us. But none of them really knew what we were capable of.
Except her.
Amanda St. Claire. She didn’t just look at us; she saw us. Saw the shadows, the blood, the bruises we’d left on each other and on everyone else. And she didn’t flinch. She stepped right into our world like she’d been waiting for us just as much as we’d been waiting for her.
But now? Now she’s gone. Stolen. Every second she’s out there, I feel this rot eating away at me. I can’t sleep, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but imagine what I’ll do when I find her.
I know she’s out ther
