Roman wanted his mate, and by some miracle he’d found her. It was almost surreal. The memory of his past had been wiped clean, but not Samantha—her he knew. He’d sought her out the moment he’d clawed free from his captures. Nothing could strip her away from him—not even the hell he’d escaped. He knew it had been hell by the scars on his arms, wrists, and legs where he’d likely been bound. Those told a story—a dark, twisted, vile story.