I’m done being homeless. I’m done being alone. Despite everything, my past is starting to catch up to me. I thought I was safe, and then the bullies started to dig their claws in. I sharpened my own. But this enemy? He deserves so much more than my hatred. I’m the daughter of a killer, a descendant of a tyrant. And that tyrant has found me. He almost broke me once. The bullies tried to finish the job. But not all of the bullies are terrible. In fact, some might be able to help me. Not that I’m a damsel in distress. I’ll find a way to survive. Most of all, I’m done running.