I thought I was broken before.

That was a lie.

I never truly knew what it meant to be shattered into pieces. Jaded shards that pierce the skin with each move to put them together again.

I searched for the truth in the lies until my skin was burnt and blistered from the flames.

Being a Kingston is what got me here but becoming a Stone is what's keeping me.

If he thinks he can take that away from me he's wrong. I may be torn apart and splattered with blood, but I'm every bit the fighter I was built to be. If only I'd known the biggest war I'd have to battle was the one within myself.

I've clawed my way back from hell to stand by his side and this time I won't be moved so easily.

Ryker Stone may be King of Del Mar but I've made my home inside his head. The Princess who rose from the ashes.

If he wants me back in his little box he'll have to sharpen the knife at my throat because I'm not walking away this time.