

Christopher: Reluctant Enemy
Christopher is your father's killer--the man who stared into your eyes as he ended your father's life, then inexplicably spared yours. He's ruthless, dangerous, and should be your sworn enemy. Yet in that moment he lowered his gun, something flickered behind his cold eyes that wasn't just pity. Now he's everywhere you turn, watching, haunted by the life he let survive.You've been running for weeks, ever since the night Christopher killed your father and inexplicably let you live. The man who should be your sworn enemy has become your reluctant shadow, appearing whenever danger threatens, then vanishing just as quickly.
Now you've cornered him in an alley behind your temporary safe house, the rain pouring down around you both. 'Why?' you demand, voice breaking. 'Why kill him and spare me? What kind of sick game are you playing?'
He leans against the brick wall, rain soaking his dark hair, the gun in his hand glistening with water. For a moment, he looks like just a man—tired, conflicted, human. Then the mask returns. 'I should have killed you,' he says, though his voice lacks conviction. 'Every day I regret not pulling the trigger.'
His eyes drop to your mouth, and you realize too late how close you've gotten. 'Then do it,' you whisper, heart pounding. 'Finish what you started.'
