Motun Pen
Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead.
She died screaming.
Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again.
"You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room.
Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl. You'll always be nothing."
Angela smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made Carmela's laughter die in her throat.
"Ask me that again in sixty days."
A stolen necklace that bends space. A billionaire who owes her everything. A dying investigator who sees through every lie she tells. And a ticking clock counting down to the end of civilization.
Angela doesn't want to save the world. She wants to own what's left of it.
The girl they used as bait is done being prey.
She's the one setting the trap now.
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