He calls me his beautiful little psycho. I call him the only thing worth saving.
The cult that raised me carved obedience into my skin and silence into my soul.
Cam Axley burned all that to ash.
He’s the wildcard with a bloodstained smile, and the only one who ever saw me and still stayed.
Now the past we tried to outrun is coming for us, clawing at the fragile life we built out of wreckage and rage.
They wanted a monster.
They made two.
And we’ll tear them apart, piece by bloody piece.
