<p>When Pheryia woke up in her hotel room disoriented and vulnerable the details of the night before spent with her fiancé Neilon felt like a hazy dream-the lingering heat of his touch still burned on her skin like a brand his whispers of passion still echoing in her mind a haunting melody of stolen moments and forbidden desires. But something felt <em>off</em>. The way he held her so gently so possessively and the way he kissed her lingering and deep-it was different. Almost as if...</p><p>A cryptic fortune teller's warning. A night she can't remember. A betrayal too cruel to believe.</p>