These monsters want to break me, but I’m going to tame them.
As if losing my pet hamster wasn’t bad enough, the shadowkind monster I not-so-accidentally killed two weeks ago comes back from the dead and kidnaps me to the dark, twisted void where he and his two brothers live.
Void, Sanguine, and Mav want to break me by any means necessary—love, hate, pleasure, or pain. But what these alphaholes don’t realise is my mind snapped years ago, and no amount of torture, tentacles, or mind games is going to break me.
They might be nine feet tall with horns, extra long tongues, and killer d*ck, but I’m five-foot-two of trauma-fuelled insanity.
And maybe that’s exactly what they need after years of their own suffering.