Losing my first love nearly destroyed me. Levi didn't just leave. He vanished without warning, without an explanation, and took half of my heart with him. I told myself I moved on. Built a life. Learned how to breathe without him. I was lying. Now he's back in Cresson Point, and the way he looks at me makes it painfully clear he never forgot me either. I know exactly who Levi is and the world he belongs to. I always have. Wanting him anyway feels reckless, but wanting him has never been a choice. The man I loved is tangled in violence, loyalty, and enemies who don't miss. As the world around us starts to close in, I'm forced to decide if loving him again is worth the risk. Losing him once almost broke me. Losing him again will finish the job.