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.
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