She woke on a cold steel table, in a funeral home – with no recollection of who she used to be, and no idea of where to go from there. All she knew was that she was supposed to be dead, but she wasn’t and now she was faced with four strange men who seemed angry with her for coming to.
Hangman liked his quiet life among the graves. Dealing with people wasn’t his strong suit, dealing with his own trauma was essentially a full-time job… but then he heard a woman screeching from Reaper’s lair and found a scatter of embalming equipment and a frightened girl; terrified, in fact.
His protective instincts kick in, and now he’s just as lost as she is… and the club has a problem.
A big one
and she doesn’t even know her own name.
