Grace's POV.
It was past midnight when I finally forced myself to go to bed.
Not that it did me any good.
I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking about what Alexis had said before Jackson dragged her away.
"She made me do it."
"She's not done yet."
"She won't stop until she gets what she wants."
"She's coming for you next."
All this time I believed that Alexis was the enemy - the only true threat to my happiness with Rhyder.
But I was wrong.
According to Alexis, she was just a puppet - controlled by someone else pulling the strings.
Someone even more dangerous than Alexis.
Someone that could make Alexis do whatever she wanted her to do.
Someone still hiding in the shadows.
Someone that still posed an even greater threat.
My mind automatically wandered to
