Listening to the story of Cyn and Ryder is like indulging in tiramisu. Just sweet enough with alcohol undertones to keep you suspended in a drug state you don’t want to get down from . I spent a lot of time irritated at Cyn’s angst , yet I don’t hate her. The story keeps you engrossed enough you don’t have time to ponder Cyn’s sea-saw moods.
Most of the story Cyn’s POV . But , the occasional reading by Stephen Dexter is toe curling, lip biting fun.
This is a series. No ending in sight. Get ready to buy the next book .