Prologue

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Their petals dried and brittle and black as tar, the roses arrived the day after the announcement was printed in the paper. There were a doze of them into the box, the thorny stems twisted around each other like barbed wire.

Annabelle Daddario's finger bled from the one she had been foolish enough to touch. Crimson droplets fell onto the white envelope of the card that had come with the gift.

Her hand trembled as she fumbled to open the envelope. Maybe she should have just tossed it and the flowers into the trash. But she had to see if it was as threatening as the other notes she'd received anytime she had seriously dated anyone in the past ten years.

She wasn't just dating now, though. She was engaged. And it was that engagement announcement that she pulled from the envelope.

The picture of her and her intended groom had been desecrated with a big black X. But that wasn't all the marker had scratched out on the announcement. The date of the wedding had been changed to date of:DEATH.

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