I survived the De Luca family once.
Barely.
Now I’m living under a new name, in a quiet town that doesn’t ask questions. I’ve built a life out of borrowed time, pretending the past can’t reach me.
But you can’t outrun men like Matteo De Luca.
He was raised by a monster. Shaped by violence. Destined to inherit a kingdom built on blood.
And I was the girl caught in the crossfire.
But I’m not the same girl he remembers.
And I’m done being a pawn in anyone’s game—even his.

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he’s not a villain.
he’s not a hero.
he’s a war i never asked for.

this story?
it’s for the girls who ran.
and the monsters who chased them.

coming june. no preorder.
no flowers. no safety net.
just fire.