Consider this your only warning.Sinners Island is not on any map. It has no laws, no mercy and no way out. I woke up there with a collar locked around my throat and three men in glass masks who already knew exactly how to ruin me. They said I lied. Said I owed them everything. So they took it. Every. Single. Thing. The problem? I stopped wanting them to stop. Three masked men. One filthy secret. And a darkness so addictive I'm not sure I want to find my way out. The glass slipper fit. The chains didn't. You've been warned.