Blood-Red Kitchen and Sweet Cage

My name is Julian Ashford, and hers is Vivienne Hart. We’ve been inseparable best friends since middle school. But somewhere along the way, that friendship fermented in her heart, curdling into a suffocating love and an overwhelming need for control. Any man who came near me was driven off by the cold warning in her eyes, and absurdly, I found myself addicted to that dangerous dependency. Today, in her kitchen bristling with knives, the icy chef’s blade in her hand throws back a gleam that sends chills down my spine. I have to stop her madness—using the only way I can think of.