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?
