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Hiring the DeathDealer

Blue Lark Guild, Dread Hideout

A woman entered the Blue Lark looking to hire an assassin.

She’d passed the tower guards, passed the Courtyard Guards, and made it right in the front door of his fortress, and straight into the Winter Haven Alehouse for just that purpose.

But Savage Jaxson saw her clearly for what she was. Royalty. His study zeroed in on her from across the room. Watching the way, she swept her cape and how carefully she stepped over a spilled drink.

He glimpsed her hand as she gripped the hem of her cape. Not old. Not young. He caught a wisping curl of hair moving beyond the hood as she breathed.

Dark brown. Female. Middle-aged royalty. In the Blue Lark to hire an assassin.

He drew closer, watching her profile peer from under the red hood. Spotting a particularly weaselly man across the room.

The Death Dealer. Though he didn’t look like much, he was a skilled killer. Not particular in whether he murdered women or children.

“What are you looking at?” Dimurah whispered ov
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