I’ve wanted to be a tattoo artist for as long as I can remember. That’s what brings me to the party. When I see him, Felix Fletcher, I struggle to form words. He’s tall, with intense eyes, silver hair, and a muscular body that has my mind going to all kinds of steamy places. We talk, and I wonder if he feels it too. But I’m a full-figured girl, not the kind most guys fall all over. And, someone like Felix could have his pick of any woman he wants. Why would he pick me? But, I could only hope. The instant connection. The spark people always talk about – dreams of a perfect future together. I learn he’s forty, twice my age, twice my experience…or maybe ten times, considering I’m a virgin and I’ve never even kissed anybody. But he shows interest. Something’s happening here, I’m sure of it. Until he tells me he was hired to kill me. The butterfly on my wrist – a tattoo in honor of my dad – marks me. But Felix doesn’t hurt me. He kisses me possessively, passionately, holding me so firmly I’m sure he must feel the same. And then he tells me we have to run. Felix and I grow closer as we try to escape this maze of crossing and double-crossing. He wants to make my first time special. He asks me to tattoo half a heart onto his shoulder. “We’ll add the rest when I’ve claimed every part of you, Freya,” he tells me. Does this mean he’s mine, as badly as I want to be his? Or should I be more worried about staying alive?