Haze raised his hands in mock surrender, forcing a nervous smile. "Chill. No need to get so worked up!"

He let out an awkward laugh, but I didn’t so much as smirk. Nothing about my ex-boyfriend—and now my sworn enemy—was funny to me.

I rolled my eyes and holstered my gun, ignoring the whispers behind me as I walked away. I went to the bathroom and sat in my gold bathtub, trying to drown my thoughts in the warm water.

I thought I wanted to die—because even after all these years, ...