Stone Jacobs must die. Okay, okay. Maybe just maim him a bit. Peel off his perfectly chiseled handsome looks until he knows what it feels like to be normal. And while I’m at it, I’ll throw his friends in, too. They all deserve to be taken down. I should’ve seen it coming. I should’ve felt it in my gut. The moment my treasure hunter father went missing, my arch enemies sprang into action. While I still reeled, they mapped out their twisted trail of retaliation. They planned their payback, finally acting on what they’ve always wanted. Because grieving is the perfect time to blackmail someone in the Jacobs’ playbook. Well, I have news for them. My back may be up against the wall now, but a Wilder will never bow to a Jacobs. Never.