Kellin Quinn doesn't live life on the risky side. No, he's a law student who obviously will become a lawyer and get married to a nice girl (with any luck) and have kids. He certainly doesn't expect the world's best assassin to be in his apartment plotting somebody's murder when he gets home from a holiday. Vic Fuentes - the assassin in question - does not expect him to come home early. How the fuck is he supposed to kill this bad guy now? Especially with such a cute distraction running around because it hasn't seen a gun before - let alone nine.

"I knew he didn't love me but I adored him anyway and I knew loving him was just punishing myself, but at this point I'd stopped caring. It was love, what could I do? It was not like walking or running or swimming or drowning. It was like breathing and blinking and thinking and feeling. It wasn't a choice. Love is not a choice. And even if it was, even if I was allowed to choose who I could love in this world, I would have still picked him above everyone else to love."

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.