My innocence was stolen when I was abducted at five years old. For eleven years I held on by clinging to childhood fairytales. I waited for a prince to someday save me and carry me off to a happily ever after. I had no idea my savior would come as a scarred recluse, covered in tattoos, who can't—or won't—speak a word. Nevertheless, the moment our eyes met I knew he was the one. My prince. With his bare hands, he killed the monster who kept me captive. But people have a way of distorting the truth when the hero looks like a villain. As it turns out, Tyler Grace is many things: A myth. An outcast. A nightmare. Some say they see him ride through town at night. I’ve been warned to stay away, yet I can't stop thinking about him. And I want nothing more than to break through his walls. I know he's the only one who can break through mine.