A retired killer. A spoiled heiress. And an island full of men carrying silver.
Sloane Holt spent twenty years as her agency's most lethal asset, and not once asked what was actually in the vitamin protocol her handler kept her on. Two years into retirement, a woman she was about to take home puts her on a bathroom floor in ninety seconds — and Sloane wakes up tied to a chair with one last job: fly to a private island and babysit a general's daughter for a week. Lily Derrickson is twenty-five, spectacular, entirely uninterested in being protected, and the first person in two decades to look at Sloane like a woman instead of a weapon. Then the hotel staff turn out to be armed, the island goes dark, and Sloane takes a round in the chest that should have ended her — and doesn't, because it hit the flask Lily shoved in her pocket as an insult. The bullet inside it is silver. Which means someone on this island isn't here for the general's launch codes at all. With a full moon four days out, a poisoned girl she cannot cure, an ex-partner begging her to run, and a handler who has held her leash since she was twenty, Sloane has to decide how much Lily is allowed to see — because the only permanent cure for what's killing her is the one thing Sloane has never done to anyone she loved.
