When I thought of death, I thought of him.

Dying releases a rush of endorphins— the greatest high you’ll ever receive. Once, I felt it myself and have been chasing it ever since.

Everything about him was a warning. The man who embodied death, the most feared person in the city.

But I only felt alive again whenever he was near.

Recklessness, curiosity, a broken heart . . . one of the three would end up killing me.

And when it came to Andrea Delarosa, I knew exactly which one it would be.