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Chapter Thirteen
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Assassin's Honor Chapter Thirty-Three
Honor lay perfectly still on the mattress and listened to the Blazer's engine fade away down the track. She waited until she couldn't hear it at all. Then she waited another full minute, just to be sure.Then she sat up and went to work.She looked down at her bound wrists and shook her head. What kind of idiot kidnapper tied his prisoner's hands in front? Even she knew you were supposed to tie them behind the back, and she'd never committed a crime in her life. She'd seen it in about a hundred movies. Apparently Carl Duprey had not.She raised her hands to her mouth and started on the knots with her teeth. But the silver cord was maddening — thin as kite string and somehow strong as steel, and the knots had been yanked so tight they'd fused into hard little lumps. She worried at them until her jaw ached. She could probably pick them loose eventually, if she had all day.She didn't have all day. She had however long it took Duprey to drive to whatever passed for a store out here and c
Assassin's Honor Chapter Thirty-Two
Honor sprinted through the dream toward the clearing."Grandmother!" Her voice rang out across the empty wood. "Grandmother!"Something had changed. Winter had come to Vermont while she was away. The grass of the clearing was stiff and white with frost and crunched beneath her bare feet, and the birches stood stripped of every leaf, pale and bony against a grey sky like a ring of skeletons keeping watch. Her breath smoked in the air."Gabriel!" She spun in a circle, searching the tree line. Nothing. Nobody. "Gabriel!""I'm here, my child."Her grandmother came slowly out of the trees, bundled in heavy furs, her white hair tucked under a hood, her breath rising in soft white puffs. She looked smaller than she had before. Frailer. But she opened her arms, and Honor ran straight into them and held on tight.She smelled of clean, cold air and woodsmoke. Of every good winter morning Honor had ever spent alone in the forest. For a moment Honor just stood there with her face pressed into the
Assassin's Honor Chapter Thirty-One
Duprey grinned at her like the Cheshire cat, holding the coil of silver cord up between his gloved hands so she could see it.Honor gave him a small, syrupy-sweet smile and held her wrists out in front of her, side by side, like a child offering her hands to be washed.He grabbed them roughly and wound the cord around them, tight and tighter, cinching each loop until it bit. Then he stepped back and waited, watching her face with avid interest for the moment the silver started to burn.And waited.Nothing happened.His mouth slowly fell open beneath his mustache. The cord lay against her skin without so much as reddening it. No blistering, no smoke, no smell of scorched flesh. Not even a pink mark on her honey-gold wrists. He leaned in, frowning, and put his nose to the side of her neck and sniffed hard. Her scent was faint — fainter than any wolf's he'd ever smelled — but it was there. She was a were. She had to be a were. So why wasn't the silver touching her?Honor lifted her bound
Assassin's Honor Chapter Thirty
Gabriel paced the length of the office and back again, glass crunching under his boots with every turn. He dragged his hands through his hair for what had to be the hundredth time, until it stood up in wild, ragged spikes and he looked every inch the madman he was very close to becoming."I can't believe I just sat there." His voice was raw. "I sat there on the floor and I let her walk out that door with him. I should have done something. I should have killed that son of a bitch where he stood." He spun on his heel and paced back. "I'm a trained assassin. Ten years. Ten years of doing this for a living, and I let some puffed-up greenhorn with a push-broom mustache walk off with my mate."Elena sat in the desk chair, absently rubbing at the gauze wrapped around her wrists. Duprey's silver cord had left all three of them with raw, angry burns where it had bitten into their skin, and they would take days to heal properly. But she counted herself lucky. A few burns were nothing. They coul
Assassin's Honor Chapter Twenty-Nine
"We need to get out of here," Gabriel said urgently, struggling to get his feet under him with Honor's dead weight in his arms.He was too late.The smell hit him first — rank and sour, unmistakable. Rogue. A wolf with no pack and no rules, the stink of it rolling ahead of him up the stairwell. Then the man himself appeared in the shattered doorway and stepped through it like he owned the place, a rifle cradled easily in his arms."Well, damn." He looked around the wrecked office, at the glass and the blood and the overturned chair, and spat on the floor. "That was altogether too easy. The great Gabriel Shepherd has fallen."He was not an impressive man to look at. Medium height, barrel-chested, with a ridiculous bushy mustache that sat beneath his oversized nose like a push broom someone had glued there. But he held the rifle with the casual ease of someone who'd used one many times, and his eyes were small and bright and pleased with themselves.Jasmin moved without a word. Naked as
Assassin's Honor Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gabriel was at his computer in the office above the restaurant, composing an encrypted email to an old friend from King's. He'd been at it for hours — reaching out to every contact he'd made in ten years of work, calling in every favor he was owed, looking for any whisper about the rogue who had picked up the new contract on Honor. Somebody knew something. Somebody always did.He felt a new urgency now, sharper than before. He was tired of waiting. Tired of living with one eye on the door. He wanted this finished so he could start the life he'd spent a decade believing he would never have. He would take the Alpha's mantle from his father, the way he'd always been meant to — but only with Honor at his side as his Luna, and only once she was safe.He hadn't even introduced her to the pack yet. That bothered him more than he'd expected. Two hundred people who would love her the moment they met her, and she'd spent her first weeks here hiding in his family's kitchen and his family's woods
Assassin's Honor Chapter Three
Gabriel drummed his fingers on the desk and stared at the classroom door.She was here. Somewhere in this building, she was here — he’d caught her scent the moment he’d walked in for his Friday interview, faint and familiar, threading through the institutional smell of the hallways like something th
Assassin's Honor Chapter Two
Honor moved through the trailer like she was defusing something.Uncle Tanner’s chair was empty, which meant he could be anywhere — passed out in the bedroom, stumbling around the kitchen, already working on his first drink of the day. An empty chair was never actually good news. She slipped into th
Assassin's Honor Chapter One
Gabriel paced the kitchen like a caged animal. His mother ignored him and kept her eyes on the cutting board, her knife moving with the steady, unhurried rhythm of someone who had learned long ago that her son needed space to find his words. She’d always been patient with him that way.“Mum.” He sto
Assassin's Honor Prologue
Gabriel Shepherd washed the blood off his hands in the sink, watching the red-stained water swirl down the drain. Same as always. Same hollow numbness, same practiced indifference. He was a man with nothing to live for, which made him very good at his job. He didn’t think about whose blood it was an
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