In a remote corner of the city, deep inside the Blackwell Underground Ring, Seraphina Hawthorne was wrapping her wrists in gauze.
Her eyes were calm and unreadable. When she wasn't smiling, anyone could see that this was a woman who had endured a great deal of pain.
The owner walked over and held out a bottle of water. "You're up soon. Nervous?"
Seraphina took the bottle and drank, the cold rushing through her and washing away the restlessness in her chest.
The owner of this ring was a man she had once saved, Cameron Reed. She had never told Damien about him, unwilling to give her husband any reason to misunderstand. Now this place had become her only safehouse.
When she had collapsed outside, soaked in blood, Cameron had been horrified, certain she was being hunted, and had hurried h
