Two years ago, I made a deal with the devil. That night, I lost everything.
That night, I thought he’d died.
But he’s back. Risen, like Lazarus, from the dead. And he’s dark. Darker than
he was before. More dangerous. Unhinged. A scarred, tattooed savage.
The way he looks at me, it should terrify me, but I’m drawn to him, to his
intensity. Consumed by it. By him. Even though I know if I’m not careful, his
obsession will destroy me.
I should have died that night two years ago. My mistake cost my men their
lives. It should have cost me mine. But I survived. And the day I learned she
did too, I made it my mission to find her.
I sought her out. Tracked her. Shadowed her every move. I’ve been inside her
home. Eaten her food. Drank her liquor. I’ve stood beside her bed and watched
She has so many secrets, and I know one of them. It’s the one where our pasts
collided. The one that destroyed me.
And it’s the reason I’ve come for her.
I never intended to touch her, but I did. And now that I’ve had a taste, I want
more. I want her. But that won’t change why I’m here. It won’t change why I
came for her.