I tried to control my breathing, so that the knife wouldn’t be dug further into my skin by the frantic movement of air into and out of my lungs. I looked up towards him. His eyes didn’t look angry; they looked sad. But my stomach churned at the determination behind the solemnity I saw there. The gray was unmistakably cold-hearted. He was distancing himself from the kill. Allowing himself to become indifferent. My lips parted to speak. “Please, don’t kill me.” Tears began forming at the corners of my eyes... My name is Jezebel, and I have thanatophobia.

It was only a joke when Jane said she’d someday rule the world. However, after accidently making the right friends and discovering the secret they all had in common, she finds herself the official dictator of planet earth.