Lions and Lambs (Den of Killers Book One)

There are moments in time that change the course of our lives forever. I thought that this was her moment, when in reality, it was mine.

I didn't have a name. Not a full one anyway. Some called me Viktor, a title given to me after winning my freedom in the Serbian gulags when I was a boy. Others referred to me as The Boogeyman. My name has no meaning though, the bodies I leave behind in my wake however, did.

I excepted the life I was chosen for when I was pulled from the clutches of the cold, and I knew what I would become if I continued to walk this gruesome path.

Life was simple. Do the job, collect the pay check. Disappear. My hands dripped in blood to keep theirs' clean.

Until her.

Suddenly life wasn't so black and white anymore, and when the lines between business and emotion blur, long forgotten feelings can no longer be denied.

Only one question remained, what was I willing to sacrifice to save her?

** This book is in a constant state of editing, and although the plot will not change, nor will any major details, please be aware some things may be added throughout. If you see any mistakes, please let me know! There is only so many times I can re read the same sentence before wanting to pull out my hair 😂 **