That word never registered right in Scarlett’s entire life. Before sixteen, she had grown up in a country torn apart by war, waking each day wondering if she would survive the next. After her parents died, Ryan had found her on the roadside and taken her in.
Life with him looked safe on the surface, but it was nothing more than walking on the edge of a blade. Still, she never resented it.
He had saved her. Without him, she would have been dead long ago. She was grateful enough to give him everything—even her body. Ryan had promised her once that after this mission was over, he would finally be with her.
Scarlett wasn’t just his sharpest blade. She was also his cherished lover. He always said a failed assassin deserved death, but Scarlett clung to a fragile hope in her heart.
What awaited her, however, wasn’t warm embrace. It was a cold, merciless interrogation room.
Ryan sat at the head of the table, his expression indescribable.
“How did you make it back alive?” his voice stripped of warmth.
Only then did she truly grasp Victor Kane’s cruelty.
How could Ryan believe Victor would simply let her walk away unharmed?
But he had. Against all logic, he had let her go.