I died screaming. Twisted metal. Shattered glass. And underneath it all, the sound that haunts me more than the impact ever could — my husband and my own sister, laughing, as my life ended on a stretch of dark highway. They thought they buried a body that night. They were wrong. I woke up exactly one year before the crash that killed me — same bed, same family, same lies waiting to be told all over again. But the woman who opens her eyes this time isn’t the one they murdered. She’s done playing the fool. I’m done being the spare, the afterthought, the girl who smiles through every betrayal because family is supposed to mean something. Not this time. This time, I know every name on the list of people who wanted me gone — and I intend to ruin every single one of them before they get the chance to try again. But revenge this big needs a monster of its own. So I went looking for the most dangerous man in New York — the one even my family is afraid of. Cold. Unreachable. Engaged to my sister, and somehow hating her — hating all of them — almost as much as I do. Caspian Wolfe. He doesn’t do mercy. He doesn’t do soft. He destroys companies for breakfast and waits, smiling, while his enemies beg for the ending he’s already decided to give them. I knocked on the devil’s door. He didn’t just answer — he smiled like he’d been waiting for me. What I didn’t expect was how far this alliance would pull me in — past hatred, past vengeance, into something far more dangerous than either of us planned for. I came back from the dead for blood. I didn’t expect to fall for the one person colder than my grave.