If only they could walk away from the life. Sure, a person could retire from the Brotherhood, but the work seemed to follow you home no matter what. Besides, both she and Nicholas had been born for this. Their families were centuries old, with hunters and trackers dating back to the original Brotherhood. Walking away from the job wasn’t possible, not if she wanted to keep her family’s respect.
“Tamara?” Nicholas broke through her thoughts.
“Yeah?” She cleared her throat, trying to erase her thoughts of him touching her, claiming and possessing her in deliciously forbidden ways.
He hesitated in responding. “We’re here.”
Tamara let Nicholas help her out of the car and up the steps to their apartment. They both cast anxious glances about, but the night shielded them from prying eyes and a
