I've always hated winter. This year when it comes, I'll belong to them.When you sign your soul over to the devil, there are no take backs.I knew the terms of the contract when I signed it. For one year, my life isn't mine.For one year I am to obey, to be seen not heard. For one year I'm theirs, mind, body, and soul. The bodyguard. The fixer. The maniac. The boss.Four men on a path to ruin me.I may be theirs for a year, but the damage they plan on doing to me will last a lifetime. That's if I even survive, because between the family and their enemies, the odds of me even making it past the end of winter are low.