I came back from the dead to kill her.
Instead I found a six-year-old boy with my golden scales and the woman I never stopped craving.
Leah Monroe was supposed to be a loose end. One bullet and I’d be free. But the second I saw her—sharp tongue, fire in her eyes, and my son standing behind her like a tiny warrior—I knew the mission was dead.
She raised him alone while I rotted in a blacksite. Survived thinking I was gone. Now I’m here, scaled, lethal, and done pretending I can walk away.
She’s mine.
The boy is mine.
And I’ll burn the entire Alliance to the ground before I let anyone take them from me again.
I came to end her.
Now I’m staying to claim her. Every night. Every way.
Until she forgets what life felt like without my hands on her.
