If I knew I was going to die tonight, I would have worn sexier underwear. Or at least, I would have put on something better than mismatched pajamas with holes and bleach stains that I’m wearing right now. My mother will be scolding me from Heaven and wondering what she did wrong when she raised me. Perdona me, Mami. I should have listened to you. I cross myself and point the revolver toward the shadow standing in the doorway. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, the gap between beats shrinking with every passing second. “I’ll count to five and wait for you to leave my house, then I’ll shoot. One… Two…” “Damn.” Something heavy hits the wall and immediately after, someone flips the switch, flooding the entrance with light. I grip the gun in my hand as I come face to face with the one person I never expected to see again. Our eyes meet. His blue eyes trace the lines of my face like an invisible caress, making me shiver with warmth.

Despite the alarm ringing in my head, warning me to run away from him, I can’t help but stare at the two-meter-tall Callahan Kane. Everything about him feels so familiar, even the pain in my chest that never left, not even when he abandoned me. His smiling face. His dark blond hair that’s always messy, as if waiting for someone to tame it. His blue eyes, the color of a clear sky, shining like the surface of a lake under the midday sun. It’s been six years since I last saw him. Six endless years that helped me harden my heart enough to understand exactly what his charm is. A trap.