“Get away from me,” Aria said, her voice unsteady.
Aston didn’t move away. No, he leaned in, the blade she held against his neck piercing through just enough to draw a thin line of red.
He smiled.
“Careful, my lady,” he murmured. “Your hands are shaking.”
Her grip tightened on the hilt.
“Now look at him,” Aston continued softly. “Look at your son… and tell me whose eyes he has.”
There was absolute silence.
“Your stepbrother’s?” His smile sharpened. “Or the man that claimed you that night?”
~
Five years ago, all Aria wanted was for her stepbrother, Liam, to say “take my hand” and defend her. Instead she woke up in his bed; drugged, disgraced, and left to carry the blame and the label of a ‘whore’.
Now she’s back with a child, but to regain her reputation, she has to marry Aston Beaumont, a ghost with a million layers, a murderer, and the man about to betray her grandfather.
It should have been simple.
Save her grandfather. Restore her reputation. Then leave. That is, until her stepbrother returns, not with guilt or shame, but with obsession, dangerously wanting her back like he never let her go.
And the more he pushes, the more dangerous Aston becomes.
Because Aston Beaumont doesn’t chase.
He takes.
