"Where's the food?" Emma grinned with impish mischief. "I thought you'd rather eat out," Emma said wickedly as she leaned further back on the desk and spread her legs, placing one boot on Regina's chair on either side of the brunette's hips. In between giggles, Regina said, "You're such a…" "Romantic?" Emma said. "Something like ough the word I was looking for was Charming."

How far will you go to protect the one you love if you know the one you love is destined to kill you? Sequel to Murder One.

What is worse to live without love, or to die for love? What if your whole existence was decided for you. Who you would love, how you would die. Could you truly love someone if you knew they were destined to kill you? What if you experienced this time and time again. Could you continue to love the very thing that was killing you?