He left without a word.

 Now he’s back — holding a gun and calling himself my bodyguard.

Silas Raveen was my father’s deadliest weapon.

 Cold. Precise. Untouchable.

 I loved him anyway.

Three years ago, he disappeared the same night my mother was murdered.

 Now I’m engaged to a man I don’t love, trapped in a family falling apart.

 And Silas? He’s been assigned to protect me.

He won’t say why I’m being hunted.

 He won’t talk about the past.

 But every time we’re alone, the air cracks — with tension, with questions, with the kiss we never got to finish.

I hate him for leaving.

 I hate him more for still making my heart race.

 And I hate that I’m starting to trust him again.

Because if there’s one thing I know for sure…

 The man who saved my life is the same man who destroyed it.


Shield and Sin: The Blood Oath

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*Present*
*“I survived. That doesn’t mean I lived.”*
The sting came first.
Sharp. Deep. Thread pulling through skin.
I opened my eyes to the soft hiss of antiseptic and the weight of a cold compress against my ribs. The chandelier above me wasn’t from the ballroom — smaller, flickering slightly....

*Present*

*“I survived. That doesn’t mean I lived.”*

The sting came first.

Sharp. Deep. Thread pulling through skin.

I opened my eyes to the soft hiss of antiseptic and the weight of a cold compress against my ribs. The chandelier above me wasn’t from the ballroom — smaller, flickering slightly....

Isn’t Me