The devil knows my name

Lilith has always believed her life was simple.
Work.
Her best friend.
Late nights at the bar.
Coffee from the same café every morning.
And the mysterious tattooed man she's been secretly staring at for months.
She doesn't know his name.
Until the night someone follows her home.
A stranger pulls her into the shadows, covers her mouth, and whispers:
"Stay quiet. You were being followed."
Then he's gone.
No explanation.
No goodbye.
Just a feeling she can't shake.
The next morning, he's sitting at her favorite café like nothing happened.
And suddenly, Lilith's quiet little life doesn't feel so quiet anymore.
Because Ash Harrington knows things about her he shouldn't.
He knows her name.
He knows her routine.
And he seems to appear wherever she is.
Lilith tells herself he's dangerous.
Her heart tells her otherwise.
But Ash isn't watching Lilith because she's beautiful.
He's watching her because someone else is.
Someone who has been waiting years to find her.
Someone who believes Lilith remembers a night she was never supposed to survive.
A night involving Ash's murdered brother.
A missing mother.
And a secret that could destroy everything.
Because the closer Lilith gets to Ash, the closer she gets to the truth.
And sometimes...
the person protecting you is the same person who knows exactly how to destroy you.