Devour by Abigail Glenn

Dante
My dream of becoming a principal dancer was shattered the night I witnessed my father’s murder.
Now, nothing will stop me from exacting revenge on the masked figures responsible.
Not even some cocky silver-haired COO of a private military company who thinks he knows what’s best for me.
He makes my blood heat in the worst way possible with his superficial charm and distracting looks.
He makes me crave what I can’t allow myself to have.
He’s convinced he can win me over, but if he doesn’t quit stalking me and stealing my kills, he’s gonna end up with my butterfly knife buried in his stupid mercenary heart.

Rev
My pretty hunter thinks he’s a killer.
But he’s not predisposed to spilling blood like me.
Sure, he’s prickly, stabby, and skilled in self-defense.
However, I see right through to the sensitive, vulnerable side he tries to hide.
He may not believe he needs me to be his grim reaper, but permission isn’t something I’m asking for. I won’t hesitate to cut down anyone who threatens him, no matter the size of their operation or the severity of their threats.
Baby boy can pretend to hate me all he wants.
It doesn’t change the fact that he’s mine.