The Assassin and Her Alpha Mates
I eased the door open and spotted a lone guard across the hall and through the doorway, flipping through a book on the shelf.
So that’s why we got in so easily—this idiot’s slacking off.
I inched the door open, soundlessly approaching him from behind.
“Think he’s snooping?” Cece asked, amused.
With a smile, I snuck up behind him, reached up, twisted, and snapped his neck. It’s been a while since I’ve killed like this—efficient, bloodless, leaving no trace behind. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever snapped this many necks in a single day.
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