Pretty little things like Anna have no place in my world. They certainly have no business watching me end a man's life as easily as I ordered coffee this morning. She's seen too much. And now my job, my loyalty, demands I end hers too. But for the first time in my career, I hesitate. With my hands around her slender throat and her writhing under me, all I want is to strip her down and stake my claim all over her gorgeous body. I want to punish her, to please her, to make her forget any other name but my own as she begs me for more. I want to demand everything from her, even though leaving her alive will put a target on both our backs. After all, if she's going to be my ruin, then it's only fair that I be hers as well. *