Growing up with an unconventional mom was hard. Her days were spent performing romani rituals in the kitchen, with the occasional pointed reminder of my wasted potential. Instead of listening, I would just roll my eyes as I focused on getting my masters in order to build a new life for us. Then she died. In an attempt to be a good roma daughter, I went to her grave to send her soul off in the old ways, like she would've wanted. While singing her soul song, a stunning man with a rich accent and beautifully scrawled tattoos appeared beside me, asking oddly specific questions. Next thing I knew, my body grew limp and his whispered words the last thing I remembered. We’ll be your family now. The voices told me so. When I awoke, I was chained to a bed by three psychopaths demanding to know more about my mother's past. Now, there was a new goal—surviving my captors. Not only was that occupying my mind, but I started having oddly vivid dreams with burning symbols, moody doves, and voices telling me these men, my captors, were mine. The more I learned about these men, the more my bleeding heart reached out for them, echoing their darkness with my own. As their fathers demands coiled around us, they had a choice to make. Me or the family. Was our bond enough to save me? Or, in the end, was it all just a dream at twilight? Please check the authors website for content concerns.