Each one was ruthless and beautiful and deadly, but Natasha . . . she was their queen. In the world of men, the razorvixens were powerful, masterful, and godlike - but next to the eldest, they felt like awkward schoolgirls still waiting to be kissed. They watched her, learned from her, desired her, and hated her. They all competed for her affections, while their Dark Father sat back and delighted in their struggles for dominance.