PROLOGUE
LOGAN
You don’t expect a ghost to slam into you at thirty miles an hour in a Montana snowstorm.
But there she was—half frozen, wild-eyed, and swinging a messenger bag like she meant to take my head off.
I should’ve turned away.
Should’ve turned my back and let the dark swallow her whole—just another stranger running from a secret she wouldn’t name.
But the second I saw her face, I knew.
She wasn’t just running.
She was being hunted.
And she was running out of time.
I’ve spent the last five years buried in Iron Hollow—off-grid, off-radar, and off-limits. Built a life where nothing gets in and no one gets close.
Because the last time I let someone in, people died.
Now she’s here.
A woman with secrets stitched into her skin and fire in her bones.
A woman who looks at me like I’m the threat—while something worse circles closer in the dark.
She doesn’t trust me.
She shouldn’t.
I’ve done things she’ll never understand.
But I save her anyway.
Because she needed help.
Because she looked at me like salvation was a myth, and I wanted—just once—to prove it wasn’t.
And the second her body collapsed against mine, limp from exhaustion, heat burning through cold skin, breath ghosting my neck like a brand?—
They stir my primal instincts.
I didn’t ask for this.
Didn’t want this.
But I’ll be damned if I let anyone touch her.
She’smineto protect.
Even if the truth she’s carrying burns this whole town to the ground.
And I’ll kill whoever tries to take her from me.
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