I, Diana, was an assassin. Of course, my verifiable kill count at the time was zero. I had professional aspirations—to become a world-renowned assassin. And right then, I was just one step away from making my dream come true. The first and final step to worldwide fame was to kill someone who was already world-famous. Speaking of the most famous person in Sfortuna, it had to be Jack Thorne. But I almost died before achieving my goal. I wanted revenge. So I crossed every line—drugged him, tied him up and fucked him, then vanished into the night. Game over, I thought. Our paths would never cross again. Damn, was I wrong? He hunted me down, slammed me against the wall, his eyes blazing. “You really thought you could fuck me and disappear?” “Mr. Thorne,” I squirmed against his grip, “the Killer’s Handbook doesn’t mention after-sales service.” His lips curved into an icy smile. “Well, it does now. And sweetheart? You’re taking full responsibility.”