Three months. That's all it took for her to agree to something reckless, something dangerous. His smirk deepened as he extended his hand—long fingers, manicured nails, pure confidence. She hesitated only a moment before placing her palm against his, electricity sparking through every nerve when his grip tightened. A single shake. A binding contract with no escape clause. "Three months," she whispered, already second-guessing herself. He pulled away with a wink, turning toward the shadows. "Until then." "Wait!" The words tumbled out before she could stop them. "You don't even have my number." His laugh echoed back, dark and knowing. "I have my ways, Smith." And just like that, he vanished into the night, leaving her breathless against the cold wall behind her. She'd just shaken hands with the Devil himself. * A sharp-tongued heroine meets her match in a cocky, mysterious antihero. Secrets unravel. Bodies pile up. Steam rises between stolen glances and dangerous kisses. Add murder, suspense, a killer loose in the shadows, witty banter with loyal friends, shocking twists, and smoldering chemistry—this is the dark romance you didn't know you needed.