She fled to Ireland to disappear.
Instead, she walked straight into the Devil's arms.
Rowan Donahue has spent her life learning how to be temporary. Foster homes, broken promises, and years of belonging nowhere taught her not to trust permanence. So when a stranger begins watching her in Boston - outside her apartment, near her work, close enough to prove he can reach her - Rowan does the only thing that has ever kept her safe.
She runs.
Ireland was supposed to be distance. A clean break. A place where no one knew her name.
But Dublin has its own shadows.
Callum O'Connell is the heir to an empire built on power, loyalty, and secrets older than the city itself. Cold, controlled, and dangerous in ways Rowan doesn't yet understand, he recognizes the threat around her long before she does. And when that threat follows her across an ocean, Callum makes her protection personal.
Rowan knows better than to trust dangerous men.Some legends are etched in stone.
Some legacies are written in blood.
And some love stories are forged in both.