Nearly five years ago, my mom, dad, and sisters had been assassinated.
I should have died that night.
I still questioned my mental state because I had no proof theyhad been after me. But, since then, I’d been trying to outrun my past and the men responsible for what had happened that night.
Until I met him—Caleb Connor.
Caleb became my safety net, and I found I couldn’t pull away from him. Couldn’t run away from him. And, if sanity hadn’t been lost on me, I would have recognized he was the last person I should have let into my life.
The last person I should have trusted.
My life had been anything but normal until Paige. She was supposed to be an opportunity, my father’s next target.
I should have stayed away. It should’ve been that simple. But it wasn’t.
Paige was my main ingredient to changing everything, and in order to do that, I needed to get inside her head. It wasn’t easy, but when it happened, a line was crossed we’d never known existed.
Now, Paige had to confront her past and everything that tormented her at night because a look into the past was the only solution to everything we’d been afraid of questioning.
Who am I, and who is she?
I was weak.
After everything I’d been through, I’d grown weaker, not stronger. But I would change that, because this was the year I’d lose myself, even if this meant losing Caleb, my rock. He was too close to the enemy, too close to do what needed to be done.
Alex Connor needed to suffer. It was the only way to stop him.
So, whatever it took, I would make him suffer and I would make him pay.
There was only one thing I’d ever really wanted in life. My freedom. A sense of hope in a world where disappointment didn’t come after. A life where Alex Connor didn’t have control. It’d been the least possible thing in my life until now. But the freedom I’d wanted at first was nothing like the air I wanted to breathe with her. The moment I’d met Paige, she’d become my center, the core of my existence.
Although, when everything was said and done, I would never get to have my freedom. I would never get to revel in hope. I would become off-center, and I would fade.