RINA

I came face-to-face with the absolute monster that was Graham Stone. My own nightmare.

He was towering over me, his massive frame seeming to block out the rest of the office. His sharp jaw was clenched incredibly hard, the muscles ticking violently under his skin, and his dark eyes burned with a terrifying, predatory look that I had only ever seen in really scary horror movies.

I couldn't believe how many different, intense expressions were crossing his sharp face all at the exact same time—pure disgust, shock, anger, deep hatred, and something else entirely that made my stomach completely flip. It was a dark, dangerous hunger that he wasn't...