Reviving Izabel (In the Company of Killers, #2)

by J.A. Redmerski

He kisses me hungrily, angrily, and I wilt into his arms.

Seems we were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces that at first don’t appear to fit, but eventually fall into place when looked at in the most unlikely of angles.

The largest part of me, the flawed human part, wants her with me and I’ll stop at

nothing to make sure that it works.

“I’m not sure what this is between us,” he says carefully, “but I am sure that I don’t want it to stop. Whatever it

She chose her path a long time ago, she chose it the day she met me even if she wasn’t aware of it at the time.

She is the perfect liar and manipulator. She can become someone else in two seconds flat and deceive an entire room of people who are not likely to be deceived by anyone. She can make a man believe anything she wants with very little effort. And she doesn’t fear death. But she’s better than an actress. Because one never knows that it’s an act until it’s too late. Javier Ruiz was Sarai’s true

Three different sized knives. A pair of pliers. Syringes filled with drugs. And then he retrieves six small vials of liquid and places them next to the tools.

A little wolf hides behind that doe. My little wolf.

My soul is trembling. I cannot bear these emotions.

Sarai…IT WILL KILL ME! DON’T YOU SEE? YOU’LL KILL ME IF YOU CHOOSE TO LEAVE!”

“Maybe you should get rid of me,” I whisper onto his lips. “Never,” he says, kissing me once softly. “You’re mine for as long as you breathe.” His mouth covers mine ravenously.

He loves me without having to say it. He cherishes me without having to prove it. When he touches me I know what he’s thinking, how he truly feels beneath that mask he wears in the face of others. I’m the only soul he’s ever let into his life completely. And the only one he’ll never let go.