To love a monster, you have to become one.
Lana Myers is still killing. Still hunting. Still haunted. But Logan Bennett—FBI golden boy, the man she’s supposed to fear—makes her crave something more. A future not built on blood and vengeance, but one where her heart doesn’t feel like a weapon.
Too bad that future isn’t here yet.
In Scarlet Angel, book three of the darkly addictive Mindf*ck series, Lana walks the razor’s edge between cold justice and burning love. Logan doesn’t know the whole truth, but his protectiveness feeds the part of her that remembers how to feel.
They think she’s weak. They think she’s the girlfriend.
They forgot to check her kill count.
Dark, violent, and shockingly tender—this is romance at its most dangerous.
