She’s supposed to be the enemy.
Instead, I found the wife I buried and her blade on my throat.
Now I cage her in my safehouse.
Dangling her lost memories as bait.
Sixteen years ago, my world burned.
My wife. Her laugh. Every year we never got.
I buried her and the boy I was. What crawled out was colder, harder, built for war.
Grief taught me to lead Ashborn Security. Alone.
It taught me to keep her alive in my memories. Forever.
So when I unmasked the assassin sent to unalive my target, my world stopped.
She’s wearing my wife’s face but her deep emerald eyes stare at me with burning hatred. Zero recognition.
Her syndicate stole her from me. Rebuilt her into a lethal weapon.
So I trapped her in my safehouse with a seven-day bet. Using her memory as bait.
In seven days, I will make her body remember who it belongs to.
I will make her moan my name ten thousand times so she won’t ever forget.
Even if she puts a blade to my throat every time I get close.
Because she’s worth dying for.
Now her syndicate wants her back. Wipe her memories. Pit her against me.
And if I lose her a second time…
I won’t survive.
