Wicked Trials

This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to glide through senior year unnoticed and ride into the sunset on the back of my aunt's inflated bank account. I was supposed to be in control.



Now they are.



The trials will last 60 days. They can happen anytime, anyplace, and anyone or anything is fair game. I won't see them coming. I'll need to be ready at all times. Prepared to fight, to steal, to save, and to kill at Diesel St. Crow's command.



While I sit on standby, he's ordered his sons to keep an eye on me, and they've become my own personal wardens.



Corvus, Rook, and Grey. Their watchful stares will make destroying them from the inside harder than I planned for.



But as truths are dragged out of the shadows and new dangers emerge, I may be forced to accept that they are more than armed roadblocks in my path. They might also be my only hope of survival.