Alpha’s Masterpiece: Bound by Revenge
Julian growled softly, watching her turn and walk back toward the upper quarters, her hips swaying with effortless command.
Two hours later, deep inside the dark, winding woods twenty miles south of the Citadel, the cold wind howled through the pine trees.
A lone shadow moved silently through the deep snow.
It was a figure wrapped in tight, black leather armor that absorbed the moonlight. Across its chest were five thin silver daggers, their blades dipped in a dark, sticky green liquid.
The assassin stopped on a high rock overlooking the valley where the Sunken Citadel lay hidden in the fog.
From inside its dark collar, the figure pulled out a small glass vial containing a tiny drop of fresh