The apartment felt like a graveyard. After Damon left, the silence was heavier than ever before. Mara stood still in the spot where he had kissed her, feeling as if his lips had left a mark on her very being. Remember the boy.

But the man who just walked out the door was no longer that boy. He had become a weapon, ready to destroy himself.

She couldn’t simply stand by and wait. She didn’t want to be the person he returned to, not if it meant being a helpless spectator to his downfall. ...