Sins of the Night by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sins of the Night
In the domain of the Dark-Hunters there is a code of respect that even godlike awful young men must take after:
Hurt no human. Drink no blood. Never begin to look all starry eyed at.
In any case, from time to time a Dark-Hunter thinks himself over the Code. That is the point at which I’m summoned. Who am I? I’m the one thing the valiant dread. Venture over the line and it’s my rage you will confront. Nothing can touch me. Nothing can influence me. I am tireless and coldblooded.
On the other hand so I thought until I met a female Dark-Hunter who passes by the name of Danger-it’s not recently her name, it’s the means by which she carries on with her life. She doesn’t confide in me by any stretch of the imagination. What’s more, who could point the finger at her? Only she realizes that I’m here to be judge, jury and doubtlessly killer of her companions. However she is my vital component to sparing some of them. Without her, they all incredible.
Dangereuse St. Richard is a lethal diversion. Something about her is stiring a heart I believed was long dead. In any case, in a race against fiendishness, the main trust humanity has is that I do my obligation. What’s more, how might I do my obligation when it implies that I should give up the main lady I’ve cherished?