Rogue of Ruin (Saints of Sin City #Three)

He owns the city. She might be his downfall.

He has eyes on every camera in Las Vegas. Three hundred and forty-two feeds running on the wall in front of him — and only one that matters.

Rogue is the ghost in the machine. He built the surveillance architecture that runs beneath the Strip, tracks the city’s secrets, and keeps the Saints of Sin City untouchable. He does not let people find him. He has never, in eighteen years, made a mistake.

Until Mara Cole.

Mara is a senior cybersecurity analyst with a federal background and a rule she never breaks: trust the data, not the institution.When she discovers a sophisticated surveillance implant living silently in her home network, she doesn’t call it in.She hunts it herself. Because that’s what she does — she sits very still in front of a problem until the problem stops being able to hide.

What she doesn’t know is that he’s been watching her for six months. And that the door she’s breaking down was left open on purpose.

Rogue built the lock that only opens for the person good enough to find it.He left the light on for Mara because she is the first person in his life built the same way he is — no off-stage, no slack, no version of herself she’d give differently.And the man who has survived on the principle that interiors are unreliable is sitting in a cold server room on the forty-third floor, wanting the one thing his entire architecture was designed to make unnecessary:

To be known by her. Freely given.

When she walks into The Sanctuary, she doesn’t expect a man who speaks in machine code and architecture. He doesn’t expect a woman who read his signature and came anyway. What unfolds between them is written in the only language they both understand — and it is going to cost them everything.

For the ones who learned to watch the door.