RYKER
I had a plan.
The plan was simple. Get close to Amaris. Stir up desire in her. Make her want me. Use whatever she felt for me to burn down everything my father was trying to build with her, and walk away from the wreckage without carrying a single piece of it.
I had done this kind of thing before. I was good at it. I had never once failed to walk away clean.
Now I was standing at my window at five in the morning watching the sky go grey and failing to remember the last time I slept properly, and the plan felt like something someone else had made in another life.
The first time I met her my wolf had taken over and I had told myself it meant nothing.
The second time I swore I would ruin her and I had believed every word of it.
