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Miles away, the freezing wind howled through a rusted, abandoned warehouse near the industrial canal. Shinjiro slammed his bloody phone onto a dented oil drum, a massive, unhinged grin stretching across his face. "Boss, what's the word?" his lieutenant stepped forward, lowering his submachine gun. "Did the highway team finish it?" "Victor is dog meat!" Shinjiro laughed hysterically, throwing his head back. The six remaining Tokyo vanguard assassins let out a savage roar, clashing their heavy combat boots against the concrete floor and raising their rifle barrels toward the metal rafters.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Due to that, Kai’s subordinates had had the pleasure of playing around with not only prostitution models, but also some of the lower-ranked celebrities in Japan! Either way, it wasn’t long before Kai’s phone began to ring. After picking it up, Kai remained silent for a while before lowering it and saying, “He’s here.” “…Huh? Who’s here?” asked one of the subordinates. “What do you mean who’s here? It’s the assassin! He’s arrived in Japan and is currently on his way over in his car! He should be here within the hour…” grumbled Kai. “Oh? Should we leave, then?” asked the two women.

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

The first one had his neck cracked by yours truly and it was indeed very displeasing. I wondered what was making Izan run late, but before I could think more, another two approached. And suddenly, the sound of a gun rang out through the air and the two assassins fell down and died. I looked up and saw Izan with my gun in his hand. I smiled. It was better to be on time than to be early. The other two saw what had taken place, they both decided to escape, Izan shot one and I ran after the other one.

His body fell limply, blood soaking into the sand. The Assassin leader was dead. … Anana staggered backward. Her chest heaved with slow, heavy breaths. The white drained from her eyes, the glow fading until her irises returned to their pure, ocean-blue hue. Then, like a puppet whose strings were cut, she collapsed. Her body hit the sand, motionless. The sky cleared immediately. For a long, terrible moment, silence reigned. No one moved. No one breathed. The weight of what they had witnessed rooted them in place.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th

he said. His informant sighed and nodded. “It took me a lot of work to even turn up something about that girl,” he said. “And seeing as how it is Raven’s Gate that we’re talking about after all, I’m not that surprised. It took me close to a month just to find out what I did.” He paused and took a deep breath before speaking again. “That girl who is christened ‘Number 12’ in Raven’s Gate…and from what I know, the child assassins are all given a number, and it is what they are known as within that organisation.” Tohya and Yuri both nodded.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.