I can read the dead like a story.
The broken bones, the torn skin—they whisper their secrets to me.
But the living? They’re much harder to decipher.
Especially him.
Agent Byron Scott.
All sharp edges and relentless focus, he sees through my scars and the walls I’ve built to protect myself.
I didn’t mean to let him in.
Didn’t mean to fall for the way he looks at me, like I’m more than my haunted past.
I should shut him out while I still can.
Because falling for Byron Scott isn’t safe.
Not when the serial killer he’s hunting is leaving bodies in their wake.
Not when a stalker is following my every move, watching from the shadows.
Byron says he’ll protect me.
But with danger closing in from every side, I’m not sure who I need saving from more—my enemies or the man who’s tearing down my defenses piece by piece.
