Avoidance had become my norm. After too many tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, I'd checked out—on everyone and everything—on life. Ex-navy SEAL. Totally broken man. I'd hit rock bottom so many times, I was sure I was about to fall straight to hell. It would be a welcome reprieve.
Then she found me. Beautiful, insane and more broken than I was. She needed my help. I needed her humanity.
How she found me was anyone's guess. But she had. She needed rescuing. She needed a hero. I was none of those things.
But for the first time in many years, I wanted to be. I wanted to be her hero.
Becoming an undercover agent for the CIA had been my dream until everything went wrong—wildly wrong. Trapped in a cage with nothing to do but anticipate more torture from the ones I was supposed to trust, I had no choice but to escape—again. This time I'd succeed or die trying.
They'd turned me into a beast and it was time to show them exactly what I could do.
Finding the beautiful man who could help me end my pain was something I'd never expected—or wanted.
It was a complication for normal people. I wasn't normal. I would never be normal.
Could two broken pieces make a whole? Could we truly disappear with the government hunting us down like animals?
He was Beauty and I was the Beast. Happily ever afters didn't happen for people like us.
Or did they?