Ivan (Underworld, #1)

by Sophie Lark

“That’s not very gentlemanly of you,” she says. “Have I ever fucked you like a gentleman?”

I’ve never killed a woman yet. I like to think I have a few standards left.

And then I’m back inside my body again, with Sloane lying beside me, her head on my chest. It’s a position that makes a man want to tell a woman his deepest, darkest secrets.

“And you are . . . Ivan’s girlfriend? Or escaped prisoner? I always get the two confused.” “Hmm,” Sloane says, also looking at me. “Unclear.”

A scholar and a gangster.

“I was thinking you should send him a fruit basket,” Sloane says innocently. “After all, if he hadn’t hired me to kill you, we never would have met.”

“What are you doing brokering hits?” I ask him. “A kid with your talent.” Zima gives me a look of disgust. “What, are you going to tell me to get a real job?” he says. “Bit hypocritical coming from you two.”

After all these years of living in a monastery, I’ve finally found faith in something.