Everyone tells you Rafe Cameron is dangerous. A murderer. A liar. A psychopath.

They’re not wrong.

He shot Sheriff Peterkin in cold blood, left her to bleed out while barely flinching. He tried to drown his own sister, Sarah—his own blood—because she betrayed him. He put a bullet in her chest once, too, just to make sure she knew what he was capable of. And the drugs? Cocaine runs through his veins like poison, fueling his rage, his paranoia, his need for control.

And yet… you love him.

You love him in a way you can’t explain, in a way that makes no sense. He’s chaos, destruction, a fire that consumes everything in its path—including you.

“Why are you still here?” Rafe’s voice is low, rough. His fingers press against your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. They’re sharp, calculating, but there’s something else there—something no one else sees.

“You know why,” you whisper.

His grip tightens, his breath shaky. “You shouldn’t.”

But you do. Because for all his sins, for all the blood on his hands, Rafe Cameron is still the boy who holds you like you’re the only real thing in his world. The only thing that matters.

And maybe that makes you just as insane as him.