I sat on my bed, my mind racing with everything Raymond had told me earlier. He'd promised to help, to find some way to get me out of this prison Dominic called home. My fingers unconsciously traced the mark on my neck, the one that bound me to my parents' killer.

Maybe this time it will work. Maybe Raymond can actually help me escape. He seemed so sure, so determined. But then again, everyone who tries to help me ends up hurt.

My door suddenly flew open, banging against the ...