"Treacherous Little Mentor"

I survived the bomb. I survived the assassin they sent to finish the job. I even survived the Louisiana bayou. Coming home to Oxford should have been the easy part. Instead, I found my mentor already grooming my replacement. My father’s Black Book contained one simple instruction: Don’t trust Sterling. Every move is a test. Every conversation a trap. Every ally another potential traitor. Because in our world, the people closest to you are the ones most likely to put a knife in your back. He taught me how to think. Then he taught me how to play the game. He just never expected me to beat him. If you’re looking for a fairy tale, look elsewhere. If you want to see how I became the woman people fear... Your next lesson starts here.