Sloane Masters was my first everything.
My first friend, my first kiss, my first love.
My first heartbreak.
My only one, because Sloane didn't just break my heart, she tore it from my chest, threw it on the ground, and crushed it beneath her heel.
There's nothing in my chest now but a gaping hole where it used to be; the echo of a memory of what it was like to actually feel something.
Who's the real villain, the one without...