Dying for the one you love... Mia Grant had only ever seen that kind of sappy drama in novels.
Oh, right. The god-awful, messed-up world she was in *was* a novel.
Mia couldn't help but press a hand to her forehead.
'Right. Some things are better left in fiction.'
When it actually happened to her, she was just left speechless.
When reading novels, she would have been moved to tears by a male lead who wouldn't hesitate to follow the heroine into death.
But now, as she stared at the shocking scars crisscrossing the young man's wrist, a pang of helplessness mingled with the sharp pain in her chest.
Someone dying for her...
And the male lead, no less. Dying for a worthless cannon-fodder character like her... it sounded like some kind of absurd comedy.
No wonder the system had to offer a huge reward to force her back.
Mia didn't dare to imagine... if Felix Sinclair had actually succeeded in taking his own life, how would she have felt upon returning to that news?
