His Lethal Prize

r until her knuckles turned white, "Who?" sh

ement and danger. "You know him, don't you? CEO of August Group, low-k

she didn't want to confront rising to the surface. She knew who he was. More than just a powerfu

ng inside her. "But remember, Phoenix-no August, no antidote." He chuckled darkly.

e counter, her chest heaving with fury. August Grey. Her reflection in the

counter as she gulped down a glass of water. The cool liquid did little to ease the burning sensation in her throat, or the knot of pain twisting inside her. She gritted her teeth, tr

to ease. D*mn him. D*mn Gavin. Her thoughts spiraled as they always did-into a dark, angry

. Phoenix froze for a moment, her instincts immediately kicking in. It was late-too lat

es into a neutral expression. Calm. Collected.

hardwood floor. She peered through the peephole, her heart pounding a little faster de

dings. At first, it seemed like nothing, but then she saw it-a small black box sitting

silence of her apartment. Phoenix threw the box onto the coffee table, her jaw tight as she crouched down to open it. He

ll bottle. A sin

her voice trembling. One dose. One goddamn dose to keep her alive for another week. Her hands clenched around t

k pressed against the edge of the couch. For a moment, the overwhelming weight

this. She

e falling on the ceiling. She let herself drift into the past,

he Day It Al

sharp and deadly, was still tucked against her thigh, the blood of her latest target barely dry on the blade. Her muscles ache

the door to her livi

vi

lass of whiskey like he belonged there. Like he hadn't just walked into her life uninvited. "Phoenix." He sm

y know who she was, what she had become. She forced a smile, trying to ignor

she always carried. The one that marked her as the Judge-an assassin with a deadly reputa

. "That's one hell of a

nd scrambling for an excuse. "It's no

He took a step toward her, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of amusement