For nine years, I mourned her death while safeguarding the world from the same kind of people who ripped her away from me. Or so I thought.
Imagine my shock when the ghost of my past stood in front of me, not as an apparition, but as a mom.
Of Twins. A boy and a girl with my exact eyes. Sloane and I had a second chance to build the life we dreamed about all those years ago.
But in order to move forward we had to unearth the danger we left behind. Our enemy was unknown. They were masked in betrayal and hidden by lies.
It would take all of my resources at the FBI to uncover their secrets.
Lines would be drawn. Choices would be made.
In the end, finding answers wouldn’t matter if we didn’t survive.
