“Wash his scent off you…” His fingers curled into a fist. “…before I lose control.”
They had warned Selene about monsters… no one had warned her that they would look like men.
One watches her as though she is something to be protected; the other looks at her as though she is something to be claimed.
Somewhere between obsession, betrayal, and a decades-old secret bearing her mother’s name, Selene is forced into a game where every answer costs blood…
…and every heartbeat draws her closer to the wrong man.