into my hands.

“Use them.”

When I stepped outside, the rain had ended.

The city smelled newly washed.

But something darker had stirred awake inside me.

I was not only battling Ethan anymore.

I was battling an entire bloodline of men who believed women were doors they could walk through.

And I was about to slam one closed.

PART 3

The first real pain struck during continue reading …