This Side of Wrong

Blaze’s hand closes around my neck, pushing me to my knees, and I remind myself that I wanted this. I yearned for this experience, craved his touch, and it’s the reason I find myself in this situation.
Merely days ago a man lie dead at my feet and it wasn’t the first time that death nearly claimed me.
I thought I was escaping the pain and memories when I moved here a year ago, but it seems the lurking dark cloud of destruction has followed me.
The only man that can keep me safe fears he will ruin me, but I’ve wanted him for far too long to stay away.
If I can handle the threats made on my life, surely I can handle him.
Then again, maybe I should heed his warnings because, even though he now holds my life in his hands, he is also a ruthless assassin.