Senior Easton Royal struggles with personal demons and the re-appearance of someone he’s been trying to forget for the past four years.
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Product Details: Publication date: August 28, 2017
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Hatred and insanity mingle together in this disgusting specimen of a human being that stands before me. I don’t know how I’ve wronged him or why I deserve this fate. My parents were slaughtered, my friends killed, and Sean Ferro was ripped from my side by this monster. The promise of picket fences and a little voice with tiny hands keeps me eerily sane. The ghosts of a future that will never happen whisper in my ear. They latch me to the present in a way that chills me to the core.
Every attempt to save me has failed. I’m left staring my demons in the face, alone. The man glaring back at me is made of nightmares and malice. For all I’ve lost and all I’ve suffered, for every person who came into my life only get ripped away, and most of all for me–I won’t walk away. Not this time. I’ve passed the point of no return. There is no tomorrow. Come sunrise, only one of us will survive.