My name makes their hearts beat with desire and their skin tickle with sweet fear.
They call me The Puppetmaster.
And when I’m on the hunt, they come running—willing to serve at my feet, because no one makes my puppets dance like I do.
But my heart almost stops when I see her name on the list.
Alena Prey, you wreak havoc with a plan I’ve had for years, but it won’t stop me from reaching my goal — a goal that you’re destined to be a part of.
But this is not how it was supposed to happen.
Not now. Not like this.
And yet it will...