From the Shadows (The Shadows #4)

Some monsters come back from the dead. Some women were always meant for the dark. Welcome to the murder. She spent a year chasing me. A former detective with a cold case network.

Enough evidence to bury me twice. She thought she was hunting a monster. She never stopped to wonder if the monster liked the chase. I took her because she knew too much.

I kept her because her brother’s name was hidden in my past. The deeper I dug, the worse it got. The rabbit tattoo. The same evil that marked us both. She should be a liability.

A mistake I should have cut loose before it cost me. Instead, she gets under every wall I ever built. Under the parts of me I buried so deep I forgot they existed.

I’ve spent my life being the thing people survive. Yet, she’s the first woman who makes destruction feel holy. Makes ruin feel too close to worship. Maybe I was always meant to be her dark heaven.

Little fox, You built a cage for a monster. You should have built it for two. I’ve never let anything I wanted walk away. I’m not about to start with you.