Nora's POV
James snaps his head back, his piercing gaze locking onto mine as a dangerous rumble emerges from somewhere deep in his chest.
The sound should make me run. Any sane person would flee from a predator making that kind of noise.
But I'm not running. Instead, heat coils through my veins, awakening something primal that recognizes we're cut from the same dark cloth.
He's a killer. The blood on his hands could fill rivers, and taking lives has become as routine as breathing for him. I convinced myself early on that his violence disturbed me, but that was a lie. From our first meeting, I've been thankful for his ability to make problems disappear permanently. I've craved his lethal strength and embraced the shadows that consume him.
Because those same shadows live inside me.
