Some partnerships are forged in fire. Theirs was forged in blood.
Scout is Blackstone Security’s resident wild card: all charm, zero filter, and annoyingly good at his job. Wraith is their newest operator, a former Army Ranger who’s spent her career proving she belongs in a world that told her she didn’t. He thinks she’s wound too tight. She thinks he’s a perpetual child. Working together? Hard pass.
Until the mountains give up a body.
Executed with military precision. Dumped on Blackstone land like a message written in flesh.
Wraith knows the signature. She trained beside it. Bled beside it. And if she is right, the man responsible is not just hunting.
He is hunting her.
As another body falls and the pattern sharpens, it becomes clear this is personal. The killer knows her instincts. Her tactics. Her tells. He is forcing her to face a past she never intended to revisit.
Scout does not know the full story. He only knows two things: someone is targeting his team, and Wraith is carrying more than she lets anyone see.
Now the woman who trusts no one has to rely on the one man who refuses to back off.
Because when your enemy once had your back, survival demands more than skill.
It demands trust.
And this time, the cost of getting it wrong will be written in blood.