Seven years ago on my coronation day, everything was taken from me. My crown, my planet, my future. Now I'm one of the most feared and ruthless criminal masterminds in our solar system. I can manipulate flesh, bone and blood. A handy power when you live in a world where mercy is a weakness. No one
will take anything from me ever again.
I never imagined my life would turn out like this. On the run for killing my father. Hoping from one filthy criminal-infested space station to the next. Dragging my siblings down with me. I have nowhere to go nowhere to turn. Until I see her again. But she changed into someone unrecognizable. Should I take a leap of faith and ask for help? I mean what other choice do I have?