Love was never part of the deal. Survival was. Marlowe wanted one night of escape. She never expected the brooding, dangerous stranger she spent it with to crash into her life again, wearing a skull mask, armed with a crowbar, and demanding answers she doesn't have. Damian Cross doesn't do mercy. Raised on violence and betrayal, he doesn't believe in fairy tales or second chances. But when Marlowe gets dragged into a deadly game she never asked to play, he's the only thing standing between her and a shallow grave. She's tangled in lies. He's drowning in rage. Together, they're a collision course waiting to happen, and it's already too late to stop.