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450 pages, Hardcover
First published October 7, 2025
"He told her that he would never touch her because he didn’t want her enough; in truth, he will never touch her because he wants her too much. "After surviving the harrowing kidnapping from book 1, Serena is back (if a bit traumatized) with a whole new problem on her hands.
Look, I get Koen is supposed to be the gruff-exterior-fluffy-inside kind of character but I really grew tired of the shtick.
“She’s an adult Were who doesn’t require coddling,” Koen interrupts. Once again, a bit jarring to hear, especially as he rolls thick, soft socks up my shins.
His insults were supposed to be funny, but they just came off as mean to me - maybe it was the aggressive way that the audiobook narrator threw each barbed comment at the audience.
"I’m simply going to lock you up, killer. If I have to chain you to my fucking bed to keep you alive, I will not hesitate."
Seriously, if someone I loved said even half the stuff he threw at her or treated me the way she was treated, I would seriously consider cutting them from my life.
He sighs. tightens his hold on me. "Such a fucking nuisance".
“I would throw away my pack, my life, and my entire world for you. Which is the exact reason I cannot have you.”
I need to be isolated to properly rot in my dysfunctions. "Thing is," I try again, "I really like living alone."**oh how i love silent love languages.
"Maybe you had shitty roommates," he says casually, opening a closet. He grabs a set of fresh sheets and lifts them to his nose. They must pass muster, because he drops them on the mattress. "I, on the other hand, am a fucking delight."
I watch him unearth several pillows. "Does it not bother your back, Koen?"
"You mean, the supermassive weight of my ego? No, it does not."
"Oh, come on. How did you know-"
"You're gonna have to come up with more creative insults than that, Serena." On the way to the bed, he taps my nose with two fingers and starts unfolding one of the pillowcases.
Poor Koen is probably grinding his teeth to stubs. I wonder if he's called Amanda a testicle yet, just for siding with me about the plan. I wonder if this is shaving a couple of years off his life. I wonder if it'll be better for him, once I'm back in the Southwest. Out of sight, out of mind will never be our thing, but maybe not knowing whether I'm in danger will save the lining of his esophagus?**context: her life's in danger.