Eden Grace

The 15-minute countdown had begun, but in her chest, terror and adrenaline burned like a sudden, roaring fire.

​Eden didn't just walk…she ran.

Every step across the cold stone floor felt like tearing herself out of a nightmare, her bare feet slipping silently over the flagstones as she sprinted through the shadows of the mansion.

For weeks, she had been a captive, forced to endure the suffocating weight of Cassian’s touch, the terrifying warmth of his skin, and the illusion that she was completely broken.

But as the cool air hit her face, the icy numb facade Eden had worn crumbled into raw, desperate panic.

I have to...