Last week, Julia found herself with an unexpected visitor who has just demanded she leave a note for Holden . . . to say goodbye.
Julia looked at the clean, empty counter, desperate for an answer to her growing fears.
A second lapsed, and she found herself staring down the barrel of a shiny black gun. From behind it, he met her gaze through hard gray eyes—surly, flat, and emotionless.
Her heart nearly stopped under a siege of terror.
She’d seen those eyes before.
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