Lilith When the Beast growls at me across the Halloween party, all I see is the man underneath the scars. The one who flinched at kindness. The one I can’t stop wanting. I should stay away. Falling for the team’s enforcer? That’s probably career suicide. But somehow, I keep stepping closer to the cage. Mason I’m good at one thing—breaking what threatens my team. My rules are don’t feel, don’t trust, don’t get close. Then Lilith showed up, all fire and fearlessness in clown paint and heels, laughing like she wasn’t scared of me. She should be. I ruin nice things. I don’t get happy endings. But when she looks at me like I’m worth saving, I start to wonder—what if the Beast doesn’t want to be tamed?