I was an ordinary girl once — a paintbrush in one hand, my best friend's laughter in the other. We were going to build a whole life out of both. Then one violent night took her from me, and left me kneeling at her grave with a promise I meant to keep no matter what it cost: find the man responsible, and make him pay. I found him. I just didn't expect what happened next. He doesn't know who I really am. I don't fully know what he's capable of. And every day I spend getting closer to him is a day I'm one step closer to breaking a promise I swore over my best friend's grave — or breaking myself trying to keep it. Some debts get paid in blood. I'm about to find out what mine costs in love.