Trey They thought killing me would end it. They were wrong. They left me bleeding out in the dark, convinced death would free my wife for their taking.
Convinced our marriage meant nothing, that she belonged to their faith and their leader. Death did come. While I was meant to stay dead, they took her. That was their final mistake.
Death didn’t keep me. There is no mercy for those who reach for what is mine.
Seraphina Mercy was never something this world offered me—not when they took my husband, not when they left me to survive the wreckage of loving him.
Grief sharpened me, loss hollowed me out, and love became the only reason I kept breathing. Now he’s back, scarred and dangerous, but seeing him alive fills the spaces I thought were lost forever.
I should be afraid of what loving him costs. Instead, I choose him, and my faith does not doubt the righteousness in his heart.
