Most people say they’d die for family, but honestly? Some things are worse than death. What should have been a one-time act of heroics instead got me locked up, imprisoned, tortured and tormented, for four years. Give or take.

Now, my family wants me back. Thing is, I have no interest in going back. Between being a key witness in a case against an international sex trafficking ring, and the few glimpses of actual humanity I’ve witnessed through my savior, there’s nothing worth fighting for back home. But for the man who saved me? A demon haunts his steps, his thoughts, his past and future. A demon I know well.

Maybe it’s time for me to flip the tables. Become the savior once more.

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