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Devour Me Whole: Caged Heart of Knox

Six years. One name kept him breathing. Knox Mercer was not supposed to survive prison — not a man built like a storm with a heart that soft. But he did, because every night he pressed his palm flat against the cold wall and whispered your name like a prayer he had no right to say. Now the gates are open. The ink on his skin maps every year of silence, every fight he won, every night he almost did not. He is standing on the outside of the world for the first time, and the only coordinates he knows lead straight to you. He is not the same man you knew. He is bigger, quieter, more dangerous — and so completely, helplessly yours it should scare you both. The question is not whether he came back. The question is what happens now that there is nothing left between you.