After you’ve been locked in an asylum for 264 days some soldiers take you in a dark room, pushing you on the ground. Then a handsome, attractive,19 years blond boy stab you with his emerald green eyes. “Juliette Ferrars,” a voice detonates your name.There’s a heavy boot pressed into your back, and you can’t lift your head to distinguish who’s speaking “Weston, dim the lights and release her. I want to see her face” the command is cool, and strong, dangerously calm, effortlessly powerful.