Ruthless

The love of her life wants to kill her. She should be walking away from him. Screw walking, she should be sprinting! Her mind screams at her to go, but her body, her heart, and some sick part of her soul that thrives on danger demands she stay. He’s wanted to kill her before and she had survived. She looks into Azrael’s cold, red eyes, so different to the clear blue ones she came to love. The question remains: Can she save him? And if she can’t, can she bring herself to kill him?