The latest taunt from my stalker reminded me I was nothing more than a possession to my father, to the Reapers, to Archer D’Ath. Even to Kody and Steele. Princess Danvers―the prize.
His wife.
Archer D’Ath’s wife.
I hate them. They lied to me. Over and over again. I knew they were lying, too, and I hate myself for letting it get this far. For falling for them despite what they did to me. For believing in the relationships I wanted so desperately to be real.
Fake.
It’s all fake. And none of them will let me go. Archer and his boys think they control me. My stalker wants to possess me. I’m not an idiot―I know my newest allies are using me, too.
That’s fine.
I’ll use all of them. I’ll use them to take back what’s mine.
