What do you think?
Rate this book


271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 19, 2016














and the tv serie Dark Angel and yet it has an essence of its own.
This is what I was born to do, who I am, and as much as I should hate it, these are the moments when the darkness bleeds through and who I am becomes what i am.
We're the scales of justice – at times judge, jury and executioner.
They created me from ashes; they gave me an identity when I had none. In return I've given them my life – and my art.
I do it because I'm good at it.
I do it because it's who I am.
I kill because it's what I've been taught to to.
And now I worry that I kill because I like it.
I am the Academy's best asset because I killed the one who came before me. Or so I thought.

All the bulshit they've told us about writing wrongs and dispensing justice is crap. That we're killers. Killing the innocent and guilty alike for their agenda.

My past is a puzzle and most of it's missing, the remaining pieces making no sense. I know enough to want to forget.

What do you want? Really? What's your endgame here?
„Revenge. Freedom.“
We take them down. All of them.

„You still dont trust me.“
„Do you trust me?“
„Of course not.“
It's passionate and intense. Neither one of us controls the kiss; instead we fight for it, matching each other in passion and heat.

It's lust, desire, and angst all balled up into one.

„You're the whole reason I came back.“
„It's always been you.“

I am done playing by their rules.



“My success depends on my ability to blend into the shadows. I am the best. I am a ghost. ”
“Our eyes meet and a moment passes between us. An understanding of sorts. We’re cut from the same cloth, and as much as I wish it were otherwise, a small part of me—and him—revels in the savagery of our lives. We live on the edge and we fucking love it. ”




My success depends on my ability to blend into the shadows. I am the best. I am a ghost.
“If I am a cat, he is a panther – sleek, predatory, deadly.”


My name is X. My favorite color is black. I’ve killed more men than I’d like to count.Alright then. You have my attention.
“Why are you back?”Like I said....it's complicated.
I stare into his eyes, waiting for his answer. Trying to solve the mystery that has always been Luke. I’m good at reading people, but I’ve never been able to read him. Maybe because he always mattered more than he should.
“I had unfinished business.”
“I’m better than I used to be.”
A slow smile spreads across his lips. It’s a dangerous smile, one that starts on his face, and yet strangely, I feel it through my body like a shock.
Fuck.
“I’ve always liked a challenge.” He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear, the whisper so low I strain to hear it.
“Game on.”
He hovers there, too close for comfort, his scent filling my nostrils and my mind with memories. For a moment, he presses against me—it’s fleeting, but it’s enough—enough for me to feel the power beneath his clothes, his cock hard against my hip—enough to make me crave, my body swaying slightly as it moves into his embrace with an ease that terrifies me. Suddenly he pulls back, releasing me, turning from me without missing a beat. He walks away, his strides long, his gait carefree, leaving me standing there, wanting him, hating him, confused as hell.
It’s still early out; thankfully, we didn’t draw much of a crowd. The news that Luke is back will spread through the Academy like wildfire; he always did attract attention nearly as much as I avoided it. He’s dangerous, brash, bold. Everything I could never be. Not with Grace. He’s too much of a risk—for her, but mostly for me—
He wasn’t just my first kill. He was my first everything.
We were always together, and then one day I looked at him and I couldn’t look away anymore.
“There’s a lightness about you despite everything else going on. How do you keep that lightness with you?”
He’s silent for a long time.
“Because there’s something I love more than I hate myself.”
Every muscle in my body stills. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I feel like I’m having a strange out-of-body experience, one I have no idea how to handle. He can’t mean–
“I love you, X. Always.”