I thought I was texting some girl I met at the bar. She gave me her number with a pretty smile, but when I reached out I got someone else instead. Someone loud. Someone weird. Someone completely my opposite. Her name is Indigo, and somehow, I couldn’t stop texting her. She’s everything I’m not– fearless, unpredictable, drop-dead gorgeous with her pinup curves and dark sense of humor. I should’ve blocked her. I should’ve let it go. But instead I fell for the way she made me feel like I was special. Like I wasn’t just another forgettable guy. Then one night, I found her in the woods. Blood on her hands. A woman’s body at her feet. Now, I know the truth. Indigo isn’t just mine. She’s dangerous. I should be afraid. I should run. But when she tilts her head and whispers, she was mean to you. I took care of it— I don’t know if I want to run at all.