Liars Like Us - Book 1: Legacy of Lies
In one motion, they were on the wall: a rope, a drop, two knives cutting a throat before a sound could form.
Valentina’s world narrowed to the rhythm of the strike — breathe, move, kill, vanish. She flowed through rooms like a thought, a presence that did not belong to a woman with a child beneath her ribs, but to a blade honed on betrayal. The lieutenant’s men scrambled, boots thudding on wood, curses thick in the air. Valentina ducked behind a pillar, counting, waiting. She had taught herself to wait until the instant fear unmasked the enemy.