Protect her. Obey her father. Never fall for her.
Those were the only three rules Theo was given when he accepted his assignment as the president’s daughter’s personal bodyguard.

Danielle Geiger was supposed to be another mission to him, just a spoiled heiress hidden behind privilege and secrets. But the moment he saw the loneliness behind her toughness, everything he’d been trained to control began to break.

And then, Theo broke all three rules.

Every order he followed led him back to her.
Every touch he denied burned a little deeper.

And when the line between duty and desire finally snapped, there was no turning back.

Because Theo could guard her body, fight her enemies, and take every bullet meant for her,
but the one thing he could never protect her from… was himself.

He guarded her body.
But she was the one who held his heart hostage.

Now, love isn’t the risk.
It’s the weapon that could ruin them both.

It should have been warm and even safe, yet the villa felt like a cage pretending to be paradise.


Danielle hugged herself as she stared at Theo. "Human sacrifices don't exist anymore," she muttered and a small laugh left her mouth.


Theo looked like he wished that were true. "People will do anything when they believe their violence is holy. Especially cults that think God speaks only to them."


Danielle lowered her head. "They think I am their queen." Her voice cracked on the last word.


Theo stepped closer and placed his hands around her shoulders. "You are not anyone's queen. You are Danielle Geiger. You are the woman I would cross this entire world for." He lifted her chin up. "You live because you fought to live. Not because anyone chose you."


She swallowed hard as some tears threatened to rise. "What if they find us again?"


"They will not," he whispered. "Not while I breathe."


Chapter 92 - Dessert Of the Dead