Cordelia Rousseau: I never chose London. My parents did. A fresh new start. But London is cold, crawling with dangerous men. Men like Logan Cox. The devil himself, wrapped in deadly charm and wit.
Exactly the kind of man I should avoid. One photo. One mistake. I’ve crossed a line I can never uncross. And the cost? Might just be my sanity.
Logan Cox: Cordelia Rousseau is everything I shouldn’t want. Defiant blue eyes, a little button nose, and an attitude that begs for trouble- preferably mine. And she saw everything.
Curiosity didn’t just kill the cat- it there her straight into the wolves’ den. My den. Now she’s tangled in my world, bound by vows and secrets that could destroy use both.
She thinks she can do this alone. She’s wrong. I’ll make her understand: it’s me or nothing at all. And nothing just isn’t an option.
