I was thirteen when I killed my first predator. He was older. He was dangerous. And he was going to hurt me. So I made sure he never hurt anyone again. Now I'm seventeen, and I don't lose sleep over it. I hunt monsters—rapists, predators, the men no one stops fast enough. One every year... Sometimes more. There are plenty to choose from. Justice feels good. Necessary. Addictive. But everything breaks when my best friend—my backup, my secret—gets arrested. Deegan knows who I am. What I am. And now the evidence points to him. If I confess, I lose him. If I stay silent, he takes the fall—and I have to stop killing. I don't want to stop. The worst part? I love him. And loving him might be the one thing that finally destroys us both.