The man standing before me wasn't the boy who used to call me "Firefly." Bennett Mazzone had been my sister’s boyfriend, the one person who looked at me and saw something worth protecting when the rest of the world saw a ghost. But that boy had died ten years ago, replaced by a cold, calculating killer with hands stained by the very blood he was sworn to protect me from.

"You shouldn't have come back, Sierra," he said, his voice a gravelly warning that vibrated in my chest.

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I clutched my secrets closer to my heart, the weight of everything I hadn’t told him—the baby, the years of running—threatening to pull me under. "I didn't have a choice, Ben. I'm a pawn in a game I never asked to play."