R E Bond

Living in Hawthorne Heights wasn't for the weak. Crime and violence surrounded us, but we did what we had to in order to survive. Not everyone made it out alive, though, when dodgy deals went wrong. My brother had proved that when he'd been killed right in front of me when I was twelve.

The Reaper is out for blood, How fast can you run? You’ve taken something that isn’t yours, When will you learn? There’s nowhere you can hide, What choice do you have? She can smell your fear, Who can help you now? You can’t avoid the scythe, Why do you even try? Family is who you make...

The Reaper is hot on your tail, What have you done? You’ve made it onto her list, Who did you hurt? The hunt is just the beginning, How far can you run? Your soul is hers to reap, Where can you hide? Watch out for her scythe, Why do you cry? The life of a vigilante is meant to be a lonely one...

She fled in the dead of night, Where will she run? No stone left unturned, Who will feel my wrath? A few steps behind her every move, How many more will suffer? Her punishment will be severe, When will she be aware? With each swing of her scythe, Why does it make me writhe? When Selene left us...

Falling for a liar was a different kind of pain. How could you love someone who wasn't who they said they were? It was impossible to let them go, even though they deserved it. Did any of us even know the real Ander Lavaro? With the mafia closing in on us, time was running out. I couldn't lose...

My world was crumbling down around me right in front of my eyes. Reid hurt me. Logan broke me. Zavier almost got me killed. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. With no one to protect me, I had to rely on myself. Beckett was my only trusted friend, and she reminded me that I was strong.