They told me he was dead.

I watched them lower an empty coffin into the ground.

Now I’m alone, drowning in a world of enemies I never knew existed. The threats Lance shielded me from have found me, and without his protection, I’m more vulnerable than ever. I have to be strong. I have to survive. Even if my heart feels like it died with him.

But when shadows move in the night and impossible glimpses of a familiar silhouette haunt my dreams, I start to question everything. Am I losing my mind with grief? Or is something far more dangerous at play?

When a stranger with Lance’s eyes steps from the darkness, my world tilts off its axis. The man I mourned. The love I lost. The protector I desperately need.

He’s here. He’s real. And he’s very much alive.

The weeks of grief and terror should make me hate him for letting me suffer. Instead, when he pulls me into his arms, when his lips crash against mine, I remember why I fell for him in the first place.

Our enemies think they’ve won. They think Lance Lakewood is buried and his empire is crumbling. They have no idea what’s coming for them.