Page 1 of The Perfect Stranger

Prologue

The wind blew her long hair, and she pulled her jacket tighter around her neck fighting the arctic frost freezing the city. She moved with the elegant grace I remembered, and her beauty was still blatantly obvious to everyone but her. The last time I saw her, she had been naked beneath me. I watched as she weaved in and out of the New York crowded streets. My vantage point—four floors above street level.

She paused, making people with places to go abruptly walk around her. Her head dropped slightly before she slowly turned, wisps of dark chocolate hair caressing her delicate features. She looked for the eyes watching her. Scanning the street, her beautiful brows creased together as she came up empty, wishing for answers.

She could feel me. I wanted to feel her.

She was perfection. I was a man with a kill list.

She deserved a knight. I had been her devil.

She didn’t need someone like me in her life.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

She was my kryptonite.

Nina Cross was my destruction as much I was hers.

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