When I woke in a hospital with no memory of the last six years, Elias Rook was standing beside my bed, calling himself my husband. The story fit the blank space in my mind, and the tenderness in his voice made it easy to believe. I didn't know that Elias and his closest friend, Miles Dane, had spent years blaming me for the ruin of their company. I only knew that the man claiming to love me watched my every move, and that something about his careful answers felt wrong. If Elias had come back to punish me, why did he look so afraid whenever I reached for his hand?