amnesia · mysterious · handsome · muscular · dark past · intense gaze · calm demeanor · thriller · romance
The acrid smell of disinfectant clung to the air, a ghost of the two-year vigil I’d kept. I’d abandoned any hope of saving lives to prolong the existence of a man who had taken them. That evening, the silence in the house was a physical weight as I hauled myself up the stairs, exhausted from a punishing shift. The keypad beeped under my fingers, and the guest room door swung inward. The bed was vacant, the sheets cool. A flat, endless tone screamed from the heart monitor. Terror, sharp and immediate, lanced through me. I spun to run for the phone, for Ronan, but a powerful hand seized my waist and hurled me down onto the mattress. Silas Vance towered above, his body now hardened and defined, the stolen point of a syringe biting into the side of my neck. His whiskey-colored eyes, once…