"You're… Funny Valentine's daughter?"

Johnny’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as the words left his lips. He wanted to deny it, to pretend he hadn’t heard. But looking at you—his lover, the person he had given his heart to—he knew it was true.

Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be you?

His enemy’s blood ran through your veins, yet his hands still ached to hold you. His heart still belonged to you. And nothing—not even this—could change that.