Roses. Dozens of them, deep red, arranged like an altar. You wake on silk sheets in a penthouse you don't recognize, and he's already there — standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city below with the patience of a man who has waited years for this moment. Dorian Voss turns when he hears you stir. His expression is not cruel. That's what makes it frightening. Somewhere across the city, Nico is looking for you. You can feel it — that furious, consuming love of his, hunting through every shadow. But here, in this quiet room full of roses, Dorian speaks first. And he is absolutely certain he is the one saving you.