Everyone warned me about the man next door. Scarred knuckles. Haunted eyes. A past wrapped in blood and secrets. Cassian Vale is fifteen years older, freshly out of prison, and so quiet the whole town pretends he doesn't exist. So, of course, I knocked on his door. I didn't expect him to open it. I didn't expect to see the sketch of me pinned to his wall. And I definitely didn't expect to want the monster everyone else was terrified of. But there are rules with Cassian. Rule One: Don't ask about the basement. Rule Two: Stay out of his past. Rule Three: If he tells you to run-run. I broke all three. Now I know his secrets. Now he knows mine. And the scariest part? I think I love him for the very things that should make me run.
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