I’m dying. In a f*****g dark alley among s**t and piss and gods know what else. Someone drags me by my vest, ruining my leathers as my legs scrape against the grimy asphalt. My mouth fills with blood, and what little air my lungs take in is followed by immense pain from my cracked ribs. I had no business walking into Just Desserts. I knew better, but Hunter insisted I needed to engage my mark. Ant told me to watch. A lot of good that s**t did. I’m ruthless in my vengeance. It drives me and feeds the madness growing within. I’ll never admit it to anyone, but I worry about the things that float around inside my mind. My sanity thread is unraveling, and my impulses are out of control. Which is why I’m in the situation I’m in now. About to die.
“Don’t worry, Rosy, I will fix you. Fix this,” s
