I don’t do messy. I don’t do reckless, or feelings, or tattooed special operatives with smirks that should be banned in five countries.
But now I’m stuck undercover with Pietro Cucinotta—a walking bad decision with a criminal record, a lethal grin, and a past that smells like gunpowder.
I’m ice. He’s all fire–cursed to bleed for a cause, a country, a crown.
