My Blade, Your Back (Dark Forces #2)

by K.M. Moronova

“I like her hair,”

Lieutenant Erik slipped her some hair dye so she could touch up her roots.

Mori. If he has another name it isn’t one I know.

I know I should be grateful, but something inside me wishes I would’ve died that day.

Part of me wishes that he’d speak to me more, offer some advice or something. “That was pathetic,” he calls over his shoulder. Fire races up my spine. Yeah, never mind. Mori can eat shit.

From what I know, they don’t get along well with others because they hunt the rest of us if we step out of line.