The Ghost of Your Face

Everyone in the city knew that Julian Vance and I were a match made in hell.

I was ruthless and cunning; he was cold-blooded and lethal. We had each other’s backs, clawing our way over piles of bodies to rule this city together.

Julian once told me he would love me until the day he died.

Until he took a bullet for me.

That was when he met a sweet, innocent nurse named Natalie Frost. She bandaged his wounds, brought him homemade soup, and promised him the ordinary, peaceful home he had never known.