Thalia Langley vanished ten years ago-just another pregnant teenager swallowed by the dark, clutching a secret that could get her killed. Now, she lives on the fringes, raising her daughter in silence, always running, always hiding. Because monsters don't stay buried forever. Hers wears a Russian name-and a bloodstained legacy. Then he finds her. A man with a storm in his eyes and ruin in his hands. He drinks whiskey like water and leans on drugs like crutches, a fragile framework holding back the chaos he barely contains. His voice is smoke and broken glass, his touch too rough to be kind, and his eyes-those wild, ocean-blue eyes-burn with a madness Thalia isn't sure she wants to join. He sees through her lies. Watches her like prey. And he doesn't ask questions-because he already knows too much. She knows he's not safe. But danger has a heartbeat, and it's starting to sound like his. Now the Russians are circling, the past is breaking through the walls she built, and the man who shouldn't care is the only one who sees her. If he finds out what she's hiding-who she's protecting? It won't just be her soul that's devoured. It'll be everything.
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