“Has he read the memo I gave him?” Selene’s voice was barely audible, her lips curling into a soft smile as she stared at her computer screen.
The photo of Jack Knight displayed there was one of her favorites. He was dressed in a military commander’s uniform, exuding power, authority, and an unyielding sense of duty. His chiseled jawline, sharp eyes, and the faint shadow of a smirk on his lips were captivating.
Selene's hazel eyes sparkled, her thoughts drifting back to the moment her obsession with Jack began.
It was two years ago.
She had been trapped in the clutches of her psychopathic lover, held captive in a decaying, abandoned building. Fear had gripped her for days, the walls of her prison closing in, her hope diminishing with every passing moment.
Then, like a hero from the st
