I had never cared about killing. My career was filled with death, but I didn't mind. Everyone has a job to do, I suppose mine was just a little out of the norm. I could play the roles necessary; a temptress, a demure girl next door, whatever was called for. It was easy. Well, it was. Until I met her, and she was no fool. She had the sort of perception so many lacked and the wits to use it correctly. But, I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Before I ever encountered such a woman as Amara Remington. ------------------- "You're fucking trouble you know that?" I muttered. "Darling, that's what makes me so fun."All Rights Reserved
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