I think I'm falling for the man who's been breaking into my home. It started with a bruised rose on my bookstore counter. Then a note-written in blood-calling me little monster. Creepy, right? Except now, I'm checking the locks twice... and leaving the window cracked anyway. I let him in. I wanted him to stay. And when I kissed him first, it was already too late. Because the man obsessed with me¿ He wasn't just some stranger. He was a soldier-turned-shadow with orders to destroy my father's network. He was supposed to take my family down. But then I learned the truth- He watched my mother die. Knew I was in danger before I was taken. And he wasn't there. He says he tried. Says he'd burn the world down to protect me. Raze heaven just to touch me. Put a bullet in anyone who dares breathe too close. I should hate him. But when he looks at me, it feels like he's memorizing me. Like I'm scripture. Like I'm the only thing he'd ever burn for. And maybe that's the problem. Because I'm not the girl he left behind. I crawled out of the fire different. Sharper. Darker. Built from blood and betrayal. Now he wants my forgiveness. My love. My loyalty. The question is- Can I forgive him? Or does the fire burn us both?
