They said he was a ghost. A man who could slip in and out of a room, kill without a trace, and never be noticed.

But I noticed.

From the moment we met, he was the only thing I saw.

His moonlit gaze. The anger rippling under his skin. The turmoil dancing in the dark depths of his mind.

They said I was innocent and pure. That I needed to be hidden away and protected from the world.

Only I knew the truth.

I was stronger than they gave me credit for. And the brutal killer who showed no mercy melted under my touch.

Our pasts collided, vicious and cruel. And when mine came to collect, it wasn’t just my life on the line.

It was his, too.