My voice doesn’t charm forest animals… It predicts death. That’s right—I’m a banshee. And I’m locked up in Nightmare Penitentiary with no hope of escape. I don’t expect to be rescued by handsome Fae princes, either, since the last ones I had a crush on put me here. Now, the princes are here to rattle …
Some stories should never be told. Others have to be—it’s the only way. Since moving back to my hometown of Hastings, Texas, I’ve been called a whore, tramp, and homewrecker. And maybe I’m all of those things and more. But those people don’t know me. They don’t see me. They only see my mistakes. My …
