Chapter Sixteen

#vote# Sometimes, the past doesn’t knock—it crashes back into your life, wearing a smirk and a tailored suit. Estela thought she had buried that chapter. Burned it, even. But Killian was never the type to stay buried. Now that they’re standing on the same battlefield again, the question isn’t whether sparks will fly—it’s who will survive the fire. Thank you for reading. If your heart raced even a little, or if you found yourself torn between hate and longing… welcome. You’re exactly where you need to be. Don’t forget to leave a comment and add the book to your library. More secrets—and heat—are coming. Until next chapter, — MARALTO