Caspien Deveraux was beautiful, magnetic, and absolutely lethal—the kind of man you hate for how much you want him.
He wasn’t born this way. He was shaped by cold hands and cruel intentions, a poisonous bloom disguised as something tender. From the moment they met, their connection was combustible: rage, desire, obsession—all tangled into something neither of them could escape.
She knew better. She saw the rot under the charm. But every time she pulled away, something darker pulled her back in.
Now, buried truths and old wounds are resurfacing, and love and loathing are bleeding into one.
Some hearts don’t break clean. Some men were never meant to be saved.
And some stories can only end in ruin—or something worse.
