Our first encounter, ended with me hot and bothered. Our first date, I wouldn’t wish on my worst of enemies. That is until the ruthless beast tempted me with a side of Victor I never saw. On day twenty-eight, I broke the compulsion and my heart. Victor Tudor simply doesn’t have a heart. And I thought he was gone for good. But Victor groveled. I conceded. The process repeats. He tastes like power, sin, and an unbreakable addiction. While I’ve become Victor’s to possess, I can’t help the finagling feeling that I can’t have Victor Tudor, the man himself. *** On our first encounter, I bloody saved the beauty, or so I thought. The cheeky Luxury Whitson said she needed no savior. And while my greatest trait is taking lives, she brought out a side of me I never knew. I decline my next mark—who I soon learned is her father. I revived her. She still hates me, even after I've concede to a new challenge—keep both Whitson’s safe, and tame Luxury. Luxury tastes of innocence, honey, and pure rain. While I’m captivated with her, I can’t bloody have her. I’m not just an assassin, I’m a Royal. Duty bound to my Queen.