Two years later, she writes love stories by day and locks her doors at night.
A mother of two. An author with scars no one sees.
And the woman who tried—and failed—to tame Cain D'Angelo.

Now the shadows stir again.
Silken boxes appear on her doorstep, laced with memories and menace.
She knows that scent. That heat. That danger.

But Cain was the only one who knew what they did.

Some sins never fade.
Some lovers never leave.
And some obsessions never die—
they just wait… to be rewritten in blood.