teapublishing

"In your next life, pray for better luck!" That was the last thing I heard before my sister pushed me into the freezing, dark sea.

But when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in hell—I was back in my cabin, hours before my murder. June thought she was the hunter, but today, she’s the prey. When she cornered me, expecting the meek Lilac who always kept her head down, I didn't cower. I drove my fist into her stomach, watching her crumble like a spider with its legs torn off.

"You like plotting?" I asked, stomping on her ribs until she screamed. This time, I’m not the sacrifice for the Black family. I’m the executioner.

And my husband, Eric? If he stands in my way, he’ll bleed just like the rest of them.