I was the girl who stayed behind in the fire to make sure he got out alive, but to Julian Vane, I’m the woman who left him for a rival and a suitcase full of cash. Three years later, the boy I loved is gone, replaced by a man who breathes ice and vengeance. He bought my father’s debt, but he didn’t just want the money, he wanted my soul. Now, I’m forced into a marriage with my own personal executioner. He thinks he’s punishing me with a forty-eight-hour consummation clause, a deadline designed to break what’s left of my pride. What he doesn't know is that the Syndicate is still watching, and every breath I take is a calculated risk to keep him safe. I have forty-eight hours to survive his touch without revealing the secret that would get us both killed. The enemy isn't just at the gates; he’s in my bed.