Desperate times lead to desperate measures . . .
That's how I ended up in an auction. The money from it would be my way out. My last chance.
Then I saw him, and hope flashed through my mind when he placed a bid. It shouldn't have.
Because I didn't know about the dark edges that surrounded his soul, the ones that should never see the light of day.
Now I'm tied to him for ninety days, but I can survive this. I've been through so much worse before.
Or so I thought. Because my hope? Was nothing more than a façade. Now, he was my monster.
Contains mature themes.
