Lyric
Knox Truett is sin in a tailored suit—devastating looks and deadly charm. He stalks crime scenes like he owns them, him and his dangerous friends appearing to silence my investigation. What terrifies me most isn't his threats—it's how my body betrays me every time he corners me.
I never expected Dark Harbor's golden boy to be my greatest temptation—or my most dangerous enemy. He crowds my space with brutal intensity, those ice-blue eyes promising violence and pleasure equally. I should be running. Instead, I crave the dark thrill of his touch, even as evidence points to him being the killer.
Knox
Lyric Hart is a liability in combat boots, digging up graves I'm trying to keep buried. She sneaks around crime scenes like Nancy Drew, with a sharp tongue and quick wit hiding a mind too clever for her own good. Those green eyes miss nothing, those full lips always curved in a knowing smirk that makes me want to teach her what happens to girls who play with monsters.
She should have been easy to break—just another scholarship brat thinking she can take on Dark Harbor's elite. But there's something intoxicating about how she challenges me, refusing to submit even when I've got her backed against a wall.
I tell myself I'm watching her to keep her in check. But the truth is more dangerous: I'm obsessed.
Knox Truett is sin in a tailored suit—devastating looks and deadly charm. He stalks crime scenes like he owns them, him and his dangerous friends appearing to silence my investigation. What terrifies me most isn't his threats—it's how my body betrays me every time he corners me.
I never expected Dark Harbor's golden boy to be my greatest temptation—or my most dangerous enemy. He crowds my space with brutal intensity, those ice-blue eyes promising violence and pleasure equally. I should be running. Instead, I crave the dark thrill of his touch, even as evidence points to him being the killer.
Knox
Lyric Hart is a liability in combat boots, digging up graves I'm trying to keep buried. She sneaks around crime scenes like Nancy Drew, with a sharp tongue and quick wit hiding a mind too clever for her own good. Those green eyes miss nothing, those full lips always curved in a knowing smirk that makes me want to teach her what happens to girls who play with monsters.
She should have been easy to break—just another scholarship brat thinking she can take on Dark Harbor's elite. But there's something intoxicating about how she challenges me, refusing to submit even when I've got her backed against a wall.
I tell myself I'm watching her to keep her in check. But the truth is more dangerous: I'm obsessed.
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