Dear Reader,

Just when you think it can’t get any worse, the universe seems to take that as a personal challenge. The Devil’s Backbone Society has their fingers everywhere. It’s more than a secret society―it’s a leash and a prison sentence. The elders insist it’s about making connections that will help you for the rest of your life, but what they don’t tell you is how long―or, in this case, short―your life might be.

The society has already cost me―cost us. Blood. Sweat. Tears.

Lives.

Now, it may take more than what I have to give. A part of me wants to be here, wants to see this through to the end. But the rest of me?

The rest of me worries that even if I watch my back, it won’t be enough. How do I protect them? How do I protect these handsome, crazy, over-the-top men that I’m falling for?

How do I save them from the society and themselves? And more importantly, how do I save myself?