Raelynn's POV

“Don’t hold back,” Warrick urges quietly, his voice coaxing. “Whatever’s on your mind, just spill it. I bet it’s not as bad as you think.”

A raw, jagged laugh scrapes out of me, hollow and bitter. Not that bad? No, it’s worse—like my life has been set on fire and I’m left to watch the ashes scatter.

“Where should I even start?” I respond, my tone dripping with acidity. “In 24 hours, my life has become an unholy ...