Determined to live a dark life in the company of the assassin who freed her from bondage, Sarai sets out on her own to settle a score with an evil sadist. Unskilled and untrained in the art of killing, the events that unfold leave her hanging precariously on the edge of death when nothing goes as planned.
Sarai’s reckless choices send her on a path she knows she can never turn back from and so she presents Victor with an ultimatum: help her become more like him and give her a fighting chance, or she’ll do it alone no matter the consequences. Knowing that Sarai cannot become what she wants to be overnight, Victor begins to train her and inevitably their complicated relationship heats up.
As Arthur Hamburg’s right-hand man, Willem Stephens, closes in on his crusade to destroy Sarai, she is left with the crushing realization that she may have bitten off more than she can chew. But Sarai, taking on the new and improved role of Izabel Seyfried, still has a set of deadly skills of her own that will prove to be all she needs to secure her place beside Victor.
But there is one test that Izabel must face that has the potential to destroy everything she is working so hard to achieve. One final test that will not only make her question her decision to want this dangerous life, but will make her question everything she has come to trust about Victor Faust.
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Victor’s car stops at the mouth of the alley, the brakes squealing to a halt on the street. He gets out leaving the door open and rushes toward us.
“I’ve got it under control,” I say and I look down at Andre next to my feet.
I’ve knocked him out, but not for long because he begins to stir awake when Victor grabs him by the backs of his arms and pulls him to his feet.
“You were supposed to lead him to the parking lot,” Victor snaps.
Andre begins to struggle as Victor drags him toward the car.
“I said I had it under control,” I snap back. “You see I’m not the one that ended up on the ground.”
“What the fuck’s going on?” Andre calls out, trying to fight his way out of Victor’s arms.
Victor shoves him in the backseat, face-down, and plants his knee in his back as he secures his hands behind him with a plastic zip tie.
“Get in,” Victor demands.
I do as he says, rushing around to the passenger’s side and shutting the door.
“Who the fuck are you?! What’s going on? Answer me!”
Andre’s voice is vociferous behind me, filling the small space in the car.
Victor turns around against the seat, leans over it at the stomach and punches Andre so hard he knocks him out cold.
“Thanks,” I say as Victor sits back down and puts the car in Drive. “I was about to go deaf.”
“I didn’t hit him for shouting,” Victor says without looking at me.
I glance over at him as he carefully weaves the car down the thin streets lined with tightly packed cars on either side.
“I hit him because he put his hands on you,” he says.
I turn my face toward the side window, hiding my smile from him.
About the Author:
J.A. Redmerski, New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author lives in North Little Rock, Arkansas with her three children, two cats and a Maltese. She is a lover of television and books that push boundaries and is a huge fan of AMC's The Walking Dead.
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