Serve his country or rescue his wife?
I thought I was texting some girl I met at the bar.
She gave me her number with a pretty smile, but when I reached out I got someone else instead. Someone loud. Someone weird. Someone completely my opposite.
Her name is Indigo, and somehow, I couldn’t stop texting her.
She’s everything I’m not– fearless, unpredictable, drop-dead gorgeous with her pinup curves and dark sense of humor. I should’ve blocked her. I should’ve let it go. But instead I fell for the way she made me feel like I was special. Like I wasn’t just another forgettable guy.
Then one night, I found her in the woods. Blood on her hands. A woman’s body at her feet.
Now, I know the truth. Indigo isn’t just mine. She’s dangerous.
I should be afraid. I should run. But when she tilts her head and whispers, she was mean to you. I took care of it—
I don’t know if I want to run at all.
