Lucius Vinemont ruined my life.

It was a long time ago. It feels like yesterday.

I haven't let it go, and I won't. Not until he's dead. Lucius is the bogeyman, the shadow under my bed, the nightmare that wakes me in my sleep.

I loved him once, in the foolish way of a teenage girl. Those feelings are buried deep, soaked in blood and covered in a fine ash. Because Lucius was never just a bad boy, he was so, so much worse.

When you shoot a man through the heart, he's supposed to die. But Lucius isn't a man. He's a monster. One who promises pleasures wrapped in pain.

But the closer I get to him, the more I realize he's not the only evil lurking in my past. . .