Marksman POV

Ember Kingsley.

Marksman recognized her almost immediately. That red-gold hair was a dead giveaway. He’d never seen anyone else with that color of hair in his life. Yeah, she’d only been twelve the last time he’d seen her in person, but he’d been following her career for years. It didn’t matter how much makeup she wore or the colour of the wig she had on, he’d recognized her immediately the moment she’d stood in front of the judges on that television show. And her voice. He’d know her voice anywhere.

He would deny it until his dying breath, but Marksman owned every album she’d ever made. He felt...