Even if she never remembers us, I'll never stop loving her.
Dermot "Timber" O'Shea
Caelan Finnigan is mine.
Just because they didn't kill Caelan doesn't mean they didn't take her from me. After waking from a coma, she has no idea who she is . . . she doesn't know who I am. She remembers nothing about us. Not my love for her, not our history, not how tightly she holds my soul in the palm of her hand.
I'm going to find the shooter, and then I'm going to bathe in their blood . . . but all that won't ensure that Caelan ends up mine. No. Now, I also have to make her fall in love with me all over again.