She smiles, pressing a hand to her womb—his final masterpiece.

But the truth is far darker.

Lila Cross has always loved too deeply. Too fiercely. Too blindly.

Especially when it came to Adrian Hale, the dangerously charming actor who made the world worship him—and made Lila believe forever was real.

He whispered devotion against her throat.

Held her like she was oxygen.

Told her, “You were everything.”

But love like his is not soft.

It consumes.

It cages.

It kills.

Now Lila is left with memories that taste like blood and kisses that feel like chains.

And just when she thinks she can’t escape him, his last words echo through her skull:

“Run.”

Run from the past.

Run from the truth.

Run from him.

But Lila Cross has never been good at running.