"Maria! I’ve been looking everywhere for you, sweetheart. Where did you disappear to?" Ethan mumbled, walking toward me with that familar gentle smile.
Before I could even open my mouth to respond, the closet door behind me opened again. Heavy footsteps. I turned slowly, my heart hammering violently in my chest. He stepped out. The masked stranger.
He had removed his mask, revealing a face that looked almost identical to my husband’s, same sharp jawline, same striking brown eyes, same dark hair. But there was one major difference. A long, faded scar ran from the corner of his left eye down to his jaw, giving him a dangerous, predatory edge that made my stomach tighten with fear and unwanted arousal. He looked exactly like Ethan… but darker. Rougher. More lethal.
Ethan followed my wide-e
