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He would not be my ally. Xandro would do anything for the money. I dropped the cup in my hand and then stood up. “I am out of here.” He didn’t say anything and only leaned backward as he watched me walk away. Arriving at the door, my hand dropped on the knob and as I prepared to twist it open, his voice came up. “I received a job to kill your wife, Lyra Henderson.”

Barely audible. “Let’s see what you are.” The voice came from behind her. Aurelia spun just as a blade flashed through the darkness. Steel meets instinct. The assassin strikes

I got to my feet slowly, despite my exhaustion, getting ready to fight. “Do not hope for help. Your pack warriors are dealing with the invasion of my warriors at the border. By the time anyone gets to you, you and I will be long gone.” This was calculated and arranged by an insider. I filed that away for later. The assassin jumped forward and thrust his blade so quickly that my vision blurred. I jumped to the side but not before it nicked my neck. “There is poison in that blade. You will die in a few minutes.” Anika stirred. Finally.

The blade glinted, catching the sunlight. The assassin wielding the blade reared back and aimed. Elias was preoccupied with his third kill and unaware of the blade slicing through the air at him. I moved without hesitation before I could think and used my body to shield his. A soft, pained gasp escaped from my lips as the blade sliced through my skin and buried itself down to the hilt in my chest. Time seemed to freeze, and white danced in my vision. I staggered on my feet, watching as blood soaked through my shirt to the floor.

His hand went to his blade, and my pulse quickened. “I know,” I whispered, my own hand reaching for the hilt of my weapon. I felt the shift in the air, the unnatural stillness that had descended around them. It was too quiet, too perfect. Something was watching them, waiting. And then, from the darkness, the assassin’s emerged, a shadow against the storm. Their movements were swift and sure, their faces hidden beneath the hood of a cloak. They were dressed in black, their posture predatory, and in their hands, the blade shimmered cold and deadly.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

"Look at your hair clips!" Above them, the vent grate silently unscrewed. A figure dropped down. It was hard to see. It looked like a shimmer in the air, a Predator-style distortion. It landed soundlessly behind Olivia. The Faceless assassin raised a blade. It was made of glass—invisible, sharp enough to cut molecules. Jack burst through the door. "LIV! DOWN!" Olivia dropped. The assassin swiped. The blade cut a lock of her hair. Jack lunged, but he was too far away. The assassin raised the blade for a killing thrust.

"Prepare yourself for destruction." "I won't die, assassin. It's my fate to kill you." Twin blades exactly like the assassin's appeared in my hands. Red lightning crackled all along their honed edges. The assassin came forward, his weight causing the ground to tremble slightly. I held my stance as he brought his blades down, trying to end me with one blow. In answer, I crossed my blades, blocking his swords. Red and purple lightning flashed together. Metal grated against metal like chainsaw slicing through ice. He pressed down heavily, sending me to my knees. But Christopher had just fed me, and I was strong.

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.