Miel Conde doesn't exist. There's no record of her birth, life, or crimes. The only evidence she's left behind is carved into my flesh. Armed with a name, a blurry photo, and a gnawing need for revenge, I've spent the past year searching for a ghost. A ghost that haunts both my dreams and my nightmares. A ghost that was just caught on security cameras in Miami. Miel Conde tortured me and left me for dead. When I punish her, I won't be taking any chances. This time, only one of us is walking away alive.