He was sent to kill me. Instead, he saved me. Now we're both running for our lives.
I'm a grief counselor. I help people heal.
Until an assassin walks into my session.
His eyes are empty. Everything about him screams danger. But I see something no one else sees-the broken boy underneath the weapon.
His name is Rafael. Code name: Ghost.
Thirty-three confirmed kills. Twelve years as the Syndicate's perfect assassin. Never missed. Never hesitated. Never failed.
Until me.
He had the shot. One pull and I'm dead.
But he couldn't do it.
Now the woman who made him wants us both eliminated. We're running through an underground world I didn't know existed. Every shadow hides death.
Rafael is bleeding. Broken. Fighting his darkness while keeping me alive.
I should hate him. He's killed people whose families I've counseled.
But I see him. The real him.
The boy who wanted stars. The man who forgot his name. The weapon who chose humanity over orders.
He's teaching me to survive. I'm teaching him to feel.
And somewhere between bullets and blood and desperate nights in abandoned tunnels, I'm falling for him.
This is impossible. This is insane.
But when he looks at me like I'm the only thing keeping him human... I can't walk away.
Rafael:
I'm death. I'm Ghost. I don't feel. I don't fail.
Except I did. I failed the moment I saw him.
Kieran was target thirty-four. Easy kill. Simple contract.
But he saw a person. Not a weapon. Not a ghost. A person.
No one's done that in twelve years.
Now I'm betraying everything to keep him alive. My handler wants me dead. The Syndicate is hunting us. Every minute with him makes me more human and less Ghost.
I don't know how to be human. I don't know how to love.
But when he touches me like I'm worth saving... I want to try.
The woman who raised me is coming. She made me this monster. Now she'll destroy me for choosing him.
We have one chance. Expose her corruption. Burn it all down.
But that means killing the only mother I've ever known.
Can I choose love over loyalty? Can I be Rafael instead of Ghost?
I don't know. But I'm going to find out.
Because he's worth dying for. And maybe-just maybe-he's worth living for too.