The Dolces broke me, but it doesn't matter.
They shattered my body and soul, and when they were done, they left me for dead. But it doesn't matter.
I lived, but that doesn't matter, either. I don't care.
I don't care about anything. Not even the one person I thought would never betray me, that I could always count on, the one person who always had my back.
Me.
I don't matter.
Royal taught me that.
Now, a stranger tends me like the flowers in his garden, as if his touch can make me bloom again. He plays with me like a doll he pulled from the trash. He doesn't want to fix me. He wants to turn me into someone else.
It doesn't matter. I don't care who I am.
So I let him.
***This is book 4 in a series and cannot be read on its own. If you need a trigger warning, do not read this book.***
