A girl can only play hide-and-seek for so long until she's found. Unfortunately for me, the game's up. I figured the night would protect me, help keep me safe. After sticking with the shadows for so long, I'd all but become one - an empty void of a person, barely living. Just going through the motions. Still wrapped up in a cocoon. Then he came for me. Danger and darkness, laced together in one hell of a pretty package. I shouldn't want him, but I do. He's a storm. A mercenary for the Russian Bratva. He helped break me from my shell. Taught me how to spread my wings. But everyone knows. Butterflies can't survive a hurricane.