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We exchanged glances, and I was about to ask her a question when one burst through the window, shattering it, and threw a knife at Kat. I caught the knife mid-air before it could get to her. "They came for her," I said to myself. The assassin kicked me, but I quickly knocked her feet away, before it got to me. She threw a few punches, and I knocked them off too, I swiftly dug my claws into her chest, and ripped her heart out, and her lifeless body fell to the floor. Kat pulled off their masks one after another, and when she pulled out the mask of the one I ripped her heart open, she gasped.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

The Weaver begins weaving a counter-pattern of existence. But we're all too slow. The assassin's weapon strikes—and passes through an empty point in space. Luna stands three feet to the left, somehow moving before the attack began. "Future sight," he says with a grim smile. "Useful thing." The chamber descends into chaos. The assassin's allies reveal themselves, launching attacks from multiple dimensional angles. Other council members choose sides, either joining the assault or defending us. Reality itself groans under the weight of so much power unleashed at once.

“In fact, if you hadn’t released me, I would still be in that cell believing Bram was the best person in the world, without my wolf and waiting for death. I owe you everything.” “You made your own choices once you opened that cell door,” I said firmly, “you shape your destiny. People give too much power to Fate, but you look so much more like yourself.” We wound our way along the narrowing path until we came to a fork in the road, Bella appeared stumped, so we stood there waiting for a clue. It came in the form of a shout, a male’s raised voice to the left side of the gully. As we made our way down, I almost screamed as the huge form of the assassin appeared.

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

And the next move would decide more than just our fates… it could determine who would live and who would never see tomorrow. I grabbed him with all my strength and dragged him backward, muscles straining, teeth gritted, as he thrashed and roared in fury. “You dare—” he hissed, swinging a wild punch at me, but Beta Lyan, head of my Dark Night assassins, was faster than I could have imagined. With a fluid motion, he stepped in, blocking the strike effortlessly.

Even a bullet was unable to hurt Chase, much less some silver needles. "Get lost!" Chase roared and punched into the air. The silver needles fell to the ground. He moved like lightning and appeared behind the assassin. He hit the assassin on the shoulder with a palm attack. After a loud explosion, the assassin flew off and crashed into a door. Blood dripped from the assassin's mouth as he struggled to stand and continue his escape. Chase's figure shimmered as he dealt a palm attack at the assassin. He crushed the assassin's head. "These assassins must be associated with the Night Pavilion."

Instead, his free hand caught my wrist, lightning fast, grip like iron. “Careful, assassin.” My heart slammed. He twisted my arm just enough to expose the lipstick tube. His thumb smeared the red across his finger, then brought it to his nose. “Nightshade derivative,” he murmured. “Creative.” I lunged, blade from my heel flashing in my other hand, aimed straight for his throat. He moved faster. Twisted my wrist until the blade clattered to the floor. His body pinned mine to the booth in a blur, chest to chest, his gun pressed hard under my chin before I could breathe.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

“You have one hour before the footages will be deleted, Montgomery. I said you get to it immediately.” Alex walked beside Zach, clutching her bleeding arm. “Was Saood here?” “No. But that man you shot on the legs is one of his leaders,” Damon replied. “Looks like you added another line on his list against you.” “F8ck.”