Dakota is prey. Mason is a storm. Micah is a shadow.
She didn’t mean to meet him in the ocean. She didn’t mean to fall for her professor. She never wanted to plummet into the wake of obsession, danger, and desire.
Now she’s caught between two predators who once hunted each other, and neither will let her go.
Both men are fallen, both are consumed by something they won’t name, and both are tangled up in her before she can run—holding her under before she can take another breath.
But if you do it right, drowning can feel like heaven.
