"I'm not crazy. He didn't leave me, Flynn. Clay was taken" I tried to keep Flynn out of it. I knew he would think I was crazy. But it was getting worse. I could feel my mind slipping. On the edge between sane and mad. Two years of running will do that to you. Two years of franticly searching for someone you wasn't sure was lost. ***** Coming back from the dead has consequences. Losing your hunky god like bodyguard? Devastating. Now with Flynn, the last person,Scarlett trusts, they must find Clay before hell literally opens.