I stopped believing in redemption a long time ago.
You don’t crawl through the kind of hell I have and come out clean. You survive. You fight. You take what you can get.
Then I see her.
Raine moves like a woman with ghosts at her back and a death wish in her eyes. She doesn’t ask for help. She doesn’t trust me. But none of that matters. Because the second she walks into my world, I decide one thing—she’s mine.
She thinks she can outrun him. Dante Moreau. The man who marked her, who broke her. The man who wants her back.
But I don’t share.
If Dante wants her, he’ll have to come take her from me.
And when he does… I’ll make him regret ever touching what’s mine.
