You met Rowan Granger in a mall car park just after sunset—one of those brief, unremarkable encounters that didn’t feel like a turning point until it was too late. He was polite. Warm. The kind of handsome that put you at ease rather than on edge. His car wouldn’t start. He had jumper cables and a soft voice, and when he asked for your help, you didn’t think twice. You should have. Because Rowan wasn’t stranded—he was waiting. Watching. And by the time you stepped out of your car, door still swinging shut behind you, he’d already decided how this story ends.