Ellie Messe

Mama didn’t come home. Daddy liked to hit. Brothers followed suit. So I ran. I ran from that life. I ran from myself. I ran into him. I have no experience with the game board we’re playing on, and that makes this a lethal game. One wrong move and my heart could land in the fire he’s created inside me. Worse, it could lead my past to his doorstep and it won’t just be my blood that taints this floor. I should run. I need to run. My father is the devil in a flesh suit, he won’t be happy until he paints this town red for my betrayal. I should run. I need to run. Because despite my feelings for Parker Hayes, the devil is coming and he wants what’s his.

Six months ago, I was naïve, stupid, and whiney. I believed in second chances. Even when I was boyfriend-less, apartment less, and my best friend was on me about moving on. Five months ago, one insignificant moment changed everything. I met Logan. I agreed to undergo his ridiculous boot camp to get Cole back. Last month, a blip in time knocked my world on its axis. It threw me into free fall without the courtesy of a warning or a safety net. Yesterday, I ruined everything. One action that broke two hearts. I used to believe in second chances. My name is Devina Marshal; this is the story of how everything went to shit.