Made For Death

I was raised to run.
He was trained to hunt.
Now we’re trapped together—and he refuses to let me go.

Priest Carmichael is one of the Sovereign’s most ruthless assassins. Unhinged. Sadistic. A weapon forged in blood and sharpened by pain.

He doesn’t care that I’ve bled, begged, or clawed my way to freedom.
He doesn’t care about justice. Or mercy.
He doesn’t care about anything.

Except control.
And the only thing more dangerous than his brutality…is how much I crave it.
He’s cruel in every way I should hate. But there’s something in the way he looks at me.
Something in the way he touches me—like pain is the only thing I deserve.

Now we are both being hunted.
But death isn’t the scariest thing in this world.
He is.