Intro. April left the city six months ago. He escaped, literally. Of the noise, of the chaos, and above all, of him. She believed that an ocean of distance was going to be enough to break that dependence that consumed her, that bond made more of shadows than light. She believed Darian was going to replace her, forget her, destroy her name and move on like he does everything.
But no. Darian Volkov is not a man who forgets. He is a man who waits.
The night April returns, her suitcases still unopened, she receives a message with no identified number:
"Don't sleep. I'll be up in ten minutes."
It was a warning. A reminder. A war announcement.
The city will continue to shine down there, indifferent, while they sink back into the same history that they were never able to break: toxic, undeniable, addictive, inevitable.
Because he loves her. In a twisted way. And she wants it. In a way he doesn't want to admit.
And this time, Darian doesn't just want to have her. He wants her to not be able to live without him.