"Zhavia" may be dead, but I am not lying on the floor, defeated and broken. In fact, I've never felt more powerful or more in control.
I am Alpha.
I am Mother.
My babies are legion, carrying death on eight-legged palanquins. Challenge me at your peril.
This new me is something that worries both my men and my enemies.
Emrys, Cassian, Morgan and Faust fear I might succumb to the dark side and fall to a level neither of them could bring me back from. They shower me with love and affection and are more honest than I thought they could be, with me, with each other. Yet secrets still linger, unspoken, threatening.
And what if the dark side has what I have been missing all along and is actually the key to my salvation?
My hazel-eyed love, you once saved me. Have you come back from the dead to haunt me or to watch over me? Do I love you, or do I hate you?