Thora Kane is a master of the shadow life.
For two years, she has lived as a ghost in the desolate Laurentian wilderness, her existence a calculated loop of thermal scans, perimeter checks, and hyper-vigilance. She is a woman waiting for the hammer to fall, certain that the Montreal cartel she fled hasn't forgotten her. But her solitary fortress is compromised when a man with the unmistakable cadence of a soldier moves into the cabin across the frozen lake. Gethin Finch, a disgraced operative from the elite JTF2, is a man who views the world in sectors of fire and egress routes. He came to the mountain to bury the trauma of a black-ops betrayal that left his unit dead-only to find that his new neighbor isn't just watching him; she's measuring the weight of his trigger finger.
The silence between them is shattered when a catastrophic blizzard traps the two strangers in a single cabin, forcing their meticulous lies to melt away. As the heat of a dangerous, long-overdue attraction flares between them, a digital tracker pings their coordinates half a continent away. A devastating betrayal by Gethin's own brother has leaked their location to the dark web, triggering a lethal pincer movement. An unholy alliance between a cold-blooded cartel fixer and Gethin's corrupt former partner has turned their remote sanctuary into a primary target. The wolves aren't just at the door; they are surrounding the mountain with the efficiency of a military strike team.
With all communications cut and the temperature dropping to lethal levels, Thora and Gethin must stop running and start fighting. They have twelve hours to transform a cedar cabin into a tactical kill-zone, utilizing every improvised trap and lethal skill in their combined arsenals. They are no longer two ghosts hiding from the light; they are a singular, lethal unit fighting for a future they've only just dared to imagine. As the siege begins and the cabin is consumed by fire, they will have to stake everything on the unstable ice of the lake-and on the trust of a partner who was a stranger only days ago. In the Laurentians, survival is a cold business, and for these two, the dawn will either be triumphant or their last.
