Anna I am a whore. A slave. A possession. I accepted my fate long ago, but fate is not done with me yet. Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A gilded cage is still a cage. Friend or foe? Saviour or oppressor? Rafael D’Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him? Rafael She’s a favour. Collateral. A pretty slave. I have no interest in her beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her. And yet…I’m fascinated by the little Russian. There is no room for weakness in my world, but it appears the delicate rose has steel petals. I’m willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance… A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy. Hate me or hold me?

I’m a former slave. The sister of death. Collateral. He’s a bad man. A cartel boss—and my everything. I thought I was done being someone’s toy, but I was so very wrong. Safety is nothing more than a premise in my world, and it seems my own sister can’t be trusted. Loyalties will be tested, and even my big bad wolf might not be able to save me this time. A priceless pawn. A knight in blood stained armor. A love worthy of any sacrifice. Hate me or hold me?

I’m lost. Cast adrift. Without purpose. He’s broken. Angry. Grieving. Together we were strong. Apart we are driven by nothing but the mindless need for revenge. Hatred can change a person, warping them until they’re nothing but a mangled, twisted version of themselves. And love—well, sometimes love isn’t enough. Is it? Love. Loss. War. Two people with nothing to lose except each other. To have and to hold?