Sting’s Catch (The Rothwell Masked Hunt #2)

I survived the Hunt. Well, I Iost it. Technically. But I did survive it. Now I’m a Runt.

Got claimed by three men in skeleton masks who decided I was worth keeping and wrote my name in a ledger that doesn’t erase. Now I live inside a dead mall with the men who own me.

And the problem — the real problem — is that I don’t want to leave. Turns out I have a mask kink. And an audience kink.

And apparently a thing for dangerous men who back me against walls and tell me exactly what they’re going to do before they do it.

I didn’t know any of that before the Rot. I know all of it now.

But desire isn’t the same as trust. And trust is what I need from three men who believe my father was guilty — that the mayor of Rothwell got exactly what he deserved when this city fell.

They’re wrong. And I’m going to prove it.

One mask at a time.