This is Connor’s story.
Consumed by perfect rage.
I was fighting who I’d become and what I’d done.
There was nothing I cared about except her.
She was mine.
But I’d forgotten her—my shutterbug.
And I lost her.
I’d do anything to possess her again.
Anything to keep her safe.
Protect her against my biggest opponent.
“Love you so damn much, Alina.” My heart nearly burst through my chest. “I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me I won’t hurt you.” “You won’t hurt me, Connor. I trust you.”-Connor and Alina