I made a promise to a dying man. Watch Hana. When my friend was murdered in prison, serving a sentence I should have been doing with him, I vowed I’d look out for his little sister. I kept my word. Hunted her down. Watched her 24/7. It’s been six years of watching her from a distance, but now she’s here, standing in front of me. My obsession spirals, and I lose control. I break all the rules to make her mine. But the closer I get to Hana Monroe, the more I wonder if I misheard my friend. Maybe he didn’t say, ‘watch Hana’. Maybe he actually said, ‘w_atch out for Hana,’ b_ecause I’m starting to feel less like the protector and more like her prey.