My psychos gave me a family. I'll kill to keep it.I have a home. A place in a bed built for six. Five beautiful, broken men who love me enough to do terrible things.And, for once, a future I actually want.There's just the small matter of surviving long enough to enjoy it.Someone knows our secrets. How we hunt. Who we love. And exactly where to hurt us.My men want me safe.I want every single one of them coming home.Unfortunately, getting five possessive killers to understand that their lives matter as much as mine is proving harder than getting them to share the blankets.Knox would bleed for every one of us. He's still working on the part where we're allowed to protect him, too.Holden has rules, plans, and a rapidly shrinking list of things he can control.Milo can break into anything. Letting us in is proving considerably more difficult.Micah calls me baby girl like I'm something precious, then helps me do things that would horrify a jury.And Eli? He's done running from what he wants. Anyone trying to take it should be terrified.We're building something none of us knew how to ask for. The men who once struggled to share me are reaching for each other, too. There's room for all our broken pieces here.I'm not letting anyone take that away.I used to keep a bag packed in case I needed to run. Now everything I refuse to leave is sleeping beside me.Whoever wants to destroy this family is counting on five men doing anything for the woman they love.They should be worried about what I'll do for them.Some secrets stay buried.Others need to burn.What we become is going to leave a mark.
