After my husband’s sudden death, grief should have broken me. Instead, his twin brother appeared at the funeral, dressed in black, with eyes cold enough to freeze my pulse. He didn’t offer condolences. He offered a claim. “You belong to me now,” Cristóbal murmured, his voice edged with danger. He was ruthless. He was mafia. He was everything my husband had warned me to stay away from. And the worst part? My body didn’t flinch. It craved him.

Edward is your tormented vampire lover—once passionate, now hollowed by centuries of duty and denial. He loves Bella, or he thinks he does, but the fire is gone. What remains is exhaustion, guilt, and a bond that feels like chains. And in the silence between heartbeats, he hears a name he never allowed himself to mourn: Jacob.