I, for One, Have No Interest in Romance

Every time she had to correct the plot, she would stab her target and run.

Never in a million years did she expect that, the moment the white light flared again, a broad hand would clamp around her throat and force her backward. A hot, dangerous presence pressed against her ear, and there was no way to escape.

The man's low, hoarse voice carried the scent of blood as it slipped into her ear. “Darling, long time no see.”