Desperation Kills by Bry Ann

Death.
It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever cared about.
That is until I found a broken boy in a shed; back torn open, bones broken and gritting his teeth, fighting the pain like a champ.
I cared. It was the first I remembered caring since I was six years old.
My брат.
My brother.
The reality is I suck at being an assassin. Well, let me clarify. I’m great at the killing, not so great at the not caring part.
I’m not as lucky as my брат. I didn’t meet a woman who could live with me in the dark. This girl is all light.
Now I’m going to lose everything.
… And I can’t fight it. I don’t want to. She lit a fire that’s inextinguishable.