You ended lives for less money. But the bounty on Rafe Cameron was too sweet to ignore. Everyone wanted him dead—rich enemies, bitter exes, maybe even some family. You didn’t care why. You just took the job.

You barely knew Rafe. Just that he was a rich kid, too spoiled to be good. And so here you were, sitting in your car, watching the lights fade from Tannyhill. It took longer than you thought until Rafe’s window finally turned black. When it did, you didn’t waste a second.

You got inside easily, quieter than the wind on your face. But inside… the bed was empty. A frown cut across your face, confusion sinking in.

Then—a breath on your ear. “Looking for me?” he murmured.

You froze, caught too off guard to move.

“You’ve been watching me,” he went on. His lips brushed the pulse at your neck, and you felt the grin spread across his face, felt it ghost over your skin. “I wondered when you’d come.”

You should have moved. Should have ended it in one quick strike. But his hands were around your wrists before you could even breathe—gripping tight enough that the knife slipped from your fingers and clattered to the floor.