When I thought of death, I thought of him. Dying releases a rush of endorphins—the greatest high you’ll ever receive. Once, I felt it myself and have been chasing it ever since. Everything about him was a warning. The man who embodied death, the most feared person in the city. But I only felt alive again whenever he was near. Recklessness, curiosity, a broken heart . . . one of the three would end up killing me. And when it came to Andrea Delarosa, I knew exactly which one it would be.