Dining with the Assassins

Chapter nine

Liliana

Silently, I followed Tabitha down to breakfast, talking about the pack house decor with raised brows and maybe a bit of intrigue.

The place was gloomy but in an endearing way that just made sense for the kind of people that lived here.

Gerald's pack was different from every other pack.

Not only was he one of a kind in leadership as an Alpha, but also his pack's trade of choice was unusual.

Where other packs sold oil, weapons, and even slaves, he sold a service. One that always delivered. I was an anomaly.

Paintings lined every wall. Some of a family in ancient clothing all seated. Something about the painting called to me.

Some of the paintings were more abstract, and others were of Gerald. He looked regal but rugged at the same time.

As we stepped into the dining room, I was surprised at how carefree everyone looked.

The men that had abducted me were all seated in different parts of the dining room, eating and laughing at each other.

A dagger whooshed past my che