Calla Moreau came dressed like temptation,
but I saw through the smile.
Too curious. Too careful.
Too seductive.

I should’ve put a bullet in her and walked away.

Instead, I let her stay.
Let her lie.
Let her close.

Maybe I wanted to see how far she’d go.
Maybe I wanted to feel what it was like to be wanted—
even if it wasn’t real.

She came to bury me.
And I let her dig.

But she doesn’t know this world.
She doesn’t know me.

And by the time she realizes what she set in motion?
It’ll be too late.

One vow. A thousand consequences.
She was my enemy.
Now she’s mine.