Publisher's Synopsis
People are never who you expect them to be. The first time I saw her, she was watching me from a bedroom window. A mournful witness as I shoved her mother's lifeless body in the trunk.The next time, it was me watching her atop a pedestal. On display like those glass curios my mother loved so much. Turning like a little ballerina in a jewelry box while her stepfather tried to sell her to the highest bidder.A victim playing rogue, the truth's always in the eyes. Regrettably, I looked away and lost her.This time, I'm staring her in the eye, and I know without a doubt.That's Chrysalis Chance.With that unpredictable look in her eyes, she may be more of a wild card than me.
