Ella “Devon?” My eyes widened as I took in the person who sat in front of me. I couldn’t believe it; Jet, the car racing rival who also happened to be Marina’s hitman, was… the man who I had begun to see as a friend? “This can’t be real,” I said softly as I pulled away.

Ella The sight of Logan’s car through the rear window made my heart sing. So he hadn’t wandered into the explosive-filled garage. He was alive, and he was coming for me. But the trouble was far from over. The desert landscape blurred past as Devon continued to speed recklessly through the darkness, his wor

Ella The courtroom was silent when Logan and I were called up to the stand. It had been two weeks since the night that Logan was arrested; two weeks of paperwork, late nights spent in my office, of what-ifs and trying to track down Marina and Harry, who had dropped off the face of the earth and left no trace of their crimes. But not all was lost. I may not have been able to put them behind bars just yet, but I could keep Logan from that fate.

Logan The little ornate silver box that Ella held in her hands seemed oddly familiar, yet also somehow foreign at the same time. When she opened it, though, recognition slowly began to wash over me. Nights sitting on my mother’s lap at her vanity began to trickle back in. I remembered this little box; she had always kept her keepsakes in there, along with some makeup. Even now, all these years later, I could still recall watching as she would open the box before a night out.

Ella “Will you marry me?” As I stared incredulously down at the man kneeling in front of me, all I could do was blink at him, my hand clamped over my mouth. Neither of us said anything for a long time before Logan finally cleared his throat. “Ella?”