FAZER LOGINKain Morozov is the most dangerous cleaner in the European underworld and entirely without mercy. When the man that raised him murdered his pregnant girlfriend and tries to force him into their service, he responds the only way he knows how: he attends their dinner party and kills everyone at the table. Everyone except the girl sitting across from him. Tatiana Morozov is twenty-two, sheltered to the point of suffocation, sharp-tongued and completely unprepared for the world her parents kept her sealed away from. She is also the only person Kain has ever been unable to kill, because she looked up at him across a dinner table with blood on her face and his dead mother's eyes shone through. He takes her to protect her. She sees it as kidnapping. What follows is a slow, furious, devastating collision between a broken soul who doesn't know he's capable of gentleness and a naive girl who doesn't know the world she grew up in was built on bodies. Between them stands Julian Ashford, handsome, warm, attentive, everything Kain is not.
Ver maisI went still. The word hung between us, heavy and wrong, and I pulled back to look at his face, searching for the joke, the misunderstanding, the explanation that would make this make sense. "Family? Your family?""Not mine." His eyes opened, and the pain in them was so vast, so ancient, that I felt it in my own chest like a physical wound. "Hers."I didn't need to ask who he meant. The room. The silver brush. The brittle strands of hair. The photograph I hadn't touched, the name the maid had spat with such fury and grief. Madam. The woman whose ghost haunted these cliffs, whose presence lingered in every corner of the fortress, whose room Kain could not enter and would not explain."She had family," I said slowly, the pieces clicking together with a cold, dizzying clarity. "And they think—what? That you killed her? That you took me to replace her? What do they want, Kain?""Justice," he said, and the word was bitter, twisted, nothing like the noble concept it was supposed to be. "Ven
The boat moved silently, cutting through the water with barely a ripple, and Kain's breathing was the only sound besides the waves. I watched his back, the breadth of his shoulders beneath the dark fabric, the way his head turned slightly every few minutes to scan the horizon, and I felt the distance between us grow even though we were inches apart. He was somewhere else. He was always somewhere else when danger came, retreating into a part of himself that I couldn't follow, a room in his mind where he kept the things he wouldn't share."You're doing it again," I said quietly.His shoulders tensed, but he didn't stop rowing. "Doing what?""Leaving me behind. Even though I'm right here."The oars paused. Just for a heartbeat. Then they resumed their rhythm, but slower now, less certain. "I'm not leaving you.""You are," I said, and my voice cracked, and I hated the weakness in it but I couldn't stop. "You're rowing this boat like you're alone in it. You're planning, calculating, prepar
I stood on the balcony with Kain's hand in mine, watching the distant light flicker against the black water, and I felt the fortress around us change. Not dramatically. Not with alarms or shouts or the clash of weapons. But I felt it in the way the air grew thinner, the way the night sounds shifted, the way Kain's breathing slowed into something deeper and more controlled than sleep. He was preparing. I could feel it in the tension of his fingers, in the slight forward tilt of his shoulders, in the stillness that settled over him like a familiar coat he had never truly taken off."Kain," I said again, my voice barely audible above the waves. "Who's coming?"He didn't answer immediately. His thumb moved across my knuckles, back and forth, a small, hypnotic rhythm that felt like goodbye. Then he turned to face me, and the moonlight caught his eyes, turning them to silver, and I saw something in them that I had never seen before. Not fear. Not rage. Something worse. Resignation."Go insi
"What was that?" I asked, my heart beating a little faster."Nothing," he said, and his voice was gentle, but it was the kind of gentleness that closed doors. "Routine. The perimeter is secure."I didn't believe him. I looked at his eyes, at the way they wouldn't quite meet mine, at the tension that had returned to his jaw, and I felt the first cold finger of dread trace its way down my spine. "Kain—""Come," he said, taking my hand again, his thumb brushing my knuckles. "The sun is setting. I want to show you the view from the east balcony."The sunset was the color of bruised peaches and burnt honey, spreading across the horizon in layers of rose and gold and deepening violet. We stood side by side at the railing, his arm around my shoulders, my head resting against his chest, and for a while I let myself forget the guard, the whispered conversation, the shadow that had passed over the afternoon. The air was warm, smelling of salt and pine and the distant smoke of a cookfire, and th
-Tatiana-The car finally rolled to a stop. Gravel popped under the tires, and my stomach twisted because it sounded too much like something breaking. I pressed back into the seat anyway, like that would change anything. Julian’s name hit me like a lifeline. My secret boyfriend who's also my fami
-Tatiana-I slapped my hands against the cool window and watched the house shrink behind us. Every light in the dining room still blazed. No one left to turn them off. No one left to do anything.“Why them and not me?” I asked again. “I promise you I am of no use to you alive.” Why do I have to be
-TATIANA- Tatiana was destroying the bedroom. Drawers hung open, clothes scattered across the floor like she was searching for something that might magically appear if she just kept tearing through everything. The broken lamp base she tried to cave my skull in with earlier skidded across the hardw
-TATIANA-I watched my family die between bites of rosemary lamb, and the worst part was how ordinary it felt.Dad had just raised his glass, to give a toast to loyalty, bloodlines, keeping the family strong when the first shot rang through the dining room.Next, a wet slap of blood hit the tableclo












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