He built a golden cage. I turned it into his slaughterhouse.
Cael Hunt, the brilliant, psychopathic surgeon who kidnapped me, thinks he has finally won. We are trapped in a snowed-in cabin miles from civilization. My escape routes are frozen. The police are chasing ghosts. And the child growing inside me has bound me to him in a permanent, inescapable blood knot.
He looks at me and sees a broken bird, finally tamed. A submissive wife who has learned to love the dark.
He is wrong.
I am not learning to love the dark. I am learning how to become it.
To kill a monster, you must first make him believe he is a god. You must kiss the hands that chained you. You must let him teach you the anatomy of a kill, never realizing he is handing you the very blade that will cut his throat.
Cael thinks we are boarding a private jet to start a new empire. He believes I have chosen his twisted love over my freedom. But at forty-five thousand feet in the air, locked in a pressurized steel tube with nowhere to run, the ultimate game of survival is about to end.
The victim died in the snow. The Queen is ready to claim her throne.
And I will burn the world to ash before I let him put me in a cage again.
Warning: The Savior’s Hands Season 3 is a dark, psychological thriller romance. It contains intense themes of manipulation, dubious consent, extreme violence, and a morally black anti-hero. Reader discretion is strongly advised.