Tempted by Blood

He was supposed to be just another name on a contract. A bounty to collect. Until temptations of the flesh scorched the line between love and hate. Leni: I was the villain in stilettos and red lips. Trained in the art of seduction and death. As a clinical psychologist, I was an expert in the intricacies of the mind. Yet my own was a labyrinth of suppressed traumas, ghosts, and untapped grief. Faced with betrayal, I never expected to find salvation at the other end of my barrel—in someone who also desired my death. He was a man without a past. Hands drenched in the blood of those before me. Yet his touch was the spark my heart needed to feel. Where Silas would set the world on fire, I would walk through the flames.