Smoke still clings to my skin, a reminder of how close I came to losing everything.
Steven Wolff—my off-limits, grumpy protector—doesn’t see the soot on my face. He sees the threat in every shadow, the mole feeding secrets from inside his own company, and the enemy who swore I would burn.
He pushes me into hiding, tight quarters, and one bed between us.
Every look, every brush of his hand sparks with the promise of what we almost had before bullets tore it away.
But Argento’s not dead.
He’s alive, twisting the story, turning the world against us.
And Steven is ready to sacrifice everything—even us—to stop him.
I should walk away.
I should let him fight his war without me.
But I can’t.
Because I’m not just the heir to the Blake trust anymore.
I’m his vow, his weakness, his undoing.
And the only thing more dangerous than loving him is losing him.