I’ve spent my life breaking things that want me dead. But nothing prepared me for chasing the woman who shattered me across a territory that wants us both in the ground.
Seven years of unanswered texts. Every birthday. Every drunk confession. Every night I pretended hate was easier than the truth.
Ember Quinn walked back into Shadow Creek carrying secrets that could ignite a war. Then I found her tied in my brother’s barn—Blackthorn ring forced on her finger, blood on her temple, and a target already painted on us both.
I don’t believe the ring. I never will.
She walks toward another man under false vows. That walk isn’t surrender. It’s the opening shot.
One breath on the other end of the line. One click of a gun. And I know—she’s not calling for rescue anymore.
They think the cowboy is all that’s left. They forget every Voss has a line.
Cross it… and only the reckoning remains.
Read the full story. Some obsessions refuse to die quiet.
