The night was still, except for the occasional chirp of crickets and the distant hum of traffic.

Roman stood outside Desiree’s family home, his body half hidden by the shadow of a large tree. The lights inside the house were dim, most rooms already dark except for the faint glow from the hallway. He had been there for over an hour, standing motionless, inhaling the soft traces of her scent that came through her half opened window.

But the scent was fading with each passing second. And that ...