I’ve killed more women than I can count. But this one is different. I always start by stalking them. I follow them home, break into their rooms… like a predator ambushing unsuspecting prey. The thrill of the hunt makes me feel alive. But Ember isn’t scared of me. She’s a fighter… and when I break into her room in the dead of night, she relishes every touch. I know I should be done with her and move on to my next victim, but something stops me. I’m the masked man that lurks in the shadows – and she can’t get enough of me. Every second spent watching her ignites a spark that threatens to grow into an inferno. I’ve already claimed her as mine… she just doesn’t know it yet. This will be the best hunt of my life.