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Every girl with her height got a second look. Every girl with her face got followed.
Neriah was never supposed to matter to him.
She was just a name, a file, a shadow he was meant to watch from a distance. Until watching turned into something else-something dangerous.
Kaelon has always lived in control, in silence, in violence. But when Neriah disappears, so does the part of him that pretends to be sane.
Now he's searching for her through cities, memories, and blood-stained truths neither of them were meant to uncover.
Because some love stories don't start with "I love you."
They start with obsession.