Behind me, a pistol bolt twitches with a metallic clang. The pursuer nervously pulls his palm away from my wrist and, without turning around, shudders sharply. “The girl is with me.” This intoxicating hoarseness in the voice instantly sends millions of goosebumps across my skin. I obsessively love and painfully hate both the voice itself and its owner. And yes, I am too familiar with this perfume with its elusive, but so promisingly vicious note. __________________ The more I try to forget Vlad, the more I feel my obsession with this man. He showed up in my life again to upset my third attempt at marriage. And then he will disappear again. But this time everything will not go according to his plan, because now I am in serious danger. And we both found ourselves drawn into someone else's, unpredictable game.