Tainted Desire by Brook Wilder

I was a hunter, and he was my prey.
I had strict orders to keep him in my sight. … and if necessary, kill him. I tracked Voodoo from Texas to Nebraska.
Followed his every move, and learned his every detail.
I could tell you when he gets out of bed.
What he eats for breakfast.
What his favorite coffee is.

But I never forgot who he is, and just how dangerous he can be. I knew him enough to love him. I knew enough about him to hate him.
And I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t miss him when he’s gone. But you know the funny thing about love and hate is:
There’s a fine line between the two. And when you find yourself straddling that line… Sooner or later, you’ll have to choose.