I might be falling for a psychopath. My doctorate in Complex Psychopathy makes this a serious conflict of interest. Silas and I are Wildlings—a chaotic crew of cousins and found family.
Now that we’re all grown up, we’ve joined the Guardians, our family’s illegal vigilante operation in the Texas Hill Country. And Silas? He’s our most dangerous asset.
I’ve been fascinated by him ever since I found out he existed. Twenty years ago, the Guardians discovered him as a child in a genetics lab.
He’d been created in a petri dish, made to resemble a terrifying old wives tale. He’s also half a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than me. Doesn’t matter.
He’s still the scariest thing in any room. Yet he likes it when I’m in control. Good news: my sister thinks we’re cute together.
Bad news: my dad killed the man responsible for Silas’s terrifying genetics. Worse news: my fathers hate the man I should not be sleeping with.
