My fathers sins belong to him now. And so do I.
Five years ago, I ran. Built a life of my own.
A flower shop. Friends. Freedom.
I thought I escaped the Everett name.
I was wrong.
Gage Blackwood has been watching me.
Pulling the strings of my so-called independence like a man toying with a puppet.
Now he wants what was promised to him.
Me.
And he doesn’t just want my obedience.
He wants my body.
My mind.
My submission.
I’d rather set my world on fire than let him control me again.
But the problem is…
Part of me doesn’t want to run.
