The Sniper (Dominion Hall #4)

I was raised to color inside the lines. To smile sweet, say “yes, ma’am,” and never ask questions I didn’t want answered. But then I met Noah Dane. And now, all I do is question everything.

He’s not like the men I was taught to trust. He’s not gentle. He’s not safe. Noah is sharp edges and steady aim. A former special ops sniper with ice in his veins and ghosts behind his eyes. The kind of man who watches from the shadows—and never misses his mark.

He shouldn't even know my name. But he does. And he says I’m his.

I tried to run. Tried to pray him out of my system. Tried to hide behind Sunday school smiles and scripture verses. But Noah doesn’t believe in mercy. Only possession.

He warned me once. Told me that if he ever touched me, he wouldn’t let me go. I didn’t believe him. Now I know better.

Because I’ve been claimed. And God help anyone who tries to take me from him.