Sheena Ryder Blacked -

In the sudden, ringing silence, Marcus looked at the carnage, then at her. He was bleeding from a cut on his arm. She was shaking.

The world narrowed to a pinprick. Sheena had no partner. No backup. The fortress she'd built had no doors—for anyone else. She had walked into a trap not of violence, but of leverage. And Marcus, the con man, the ghost, was the black ink they were using to sign her surrender. sheena ryder blacked

Marcus looked up. His face was bruised, one eye swollen shut. But his gaze was clear, and it pinned her with a strange, desperate urgency. "Sheena, listen to me. The blackout wasn't a violation. It was a beacon. They needed you to come alone." In the sudden, ringing silence, Marcus looked at

Three men stood around him. They weren't thugs. They wore clean, dark clothes. Their stillness was professional. The one in the middle, a bald man with a serpent tattoo coiling up his neck, smiled as Sheena’s flashlight beam caught him. The world narrowed to a pinprick