My name is Dahlia Porter. Before, I was a professor, a friend, and a girlfriend. Now, I was a face on a missing person's report, the latest victim of a twisted serial killer. Just when I'd finally given up all hope, rescue appeared in the form of a behavioral analyst working with the FBI. I’d never thought I would feel safe again, but the mysterious and enigmatic Asher proved that there was not only evil left in the world. Sadly, the danger was far from over. The Doll Maker will not rest until he retrieves me. His last Doll. It was rare that I actually got to meet the people whose faces appeared in the case files I studied. Dahlia Porter was a breath of fresh air, a survivor of horrific trauma who captured my attention in a way that was entirely unprofessional. I knew I should keep my distance, but I needed to stay close in order to keep her safe. It was more than just my job, I would do anything to protect her. My little flower.