[US + UK] To everyone else he’s a killer, the man they run from in fear,
but to me, he’s the only man who’s ever made me feel safe.
They call him Death.
He’s a scarred, tatted-up wall of muscle,
a highly trained killer that I should be running from,
but I’m lost to Artyom from the first moment I walk into his club and meet his sexy, grey eyes.
Everything about him is dangerous, raw, primal—a barely contained savage.
And now all his focus is on me.