Your Knife, My Heart (Dark Forces, #1)

by K.M. Moronova

I’ve been training to kill since I could read, but I’ve also been trained to keep my emotions locked down.

I won’t kill my next partner. I won’t.

I’m going to change. I won’t kill the next one.

They pierce me, as golden brown as a thunderstorm meeting a forest fire.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” she snarls viciously. I can’t help but find it adorable.

I don’t know why I love danger.

I like so as to fulfill that aching part in my soul that was stolen from me.

I’m just trying to fucking survive.

Jesus, he really does enjoy the idea of dying.

I think this guy just signed his own death certificate.

“You don’t own her. She’s mine, got it?