The Dolces broke me, but it doesn’t matter. They shattered my body and soul, and when they were done, they left me for dead. But it doesn’t matter. I lived, but that doesn’t matter, either. I don't care. I don’t care about anything. Not even the one person I thought would never betray me, that I could always count on, the one person who always had my back. Me. I don’t matter. Royal taught me that. Now, a stranger tends me like the flowers in his garden, as if his touch can make me bloom again. He plays with me like a doll he pulled from the trash. He doesn’t want to fix me. He wants to turn me into someone else. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care who I am. So I let him. ***This is book 4 in a series and cannot be read on its own. If you need a trigger warning, do not read this book.***