I wonder if they went to the League as well. If they’re trailing me the way I trailed them? If they are, then I would bet my life that all my questions will be answered soon enough.
My fingers brush over the clean dresser in the far corner. I open the drawers one by one. A minimal amount of clothing fills each drawer, not even enough to cover the bottom.
He hasn’t lived here long and he doesn’t seem to be intending to stay either.
I sense him before I see him.
“You’re a terrible assassin. The worst I’ve ever seen actually.” The rumbling tone of his voice skims across my skin, causing a shiver to race through me.
I turn to him. Tylin’s slate gray eyes glint with mischief but the corners of his mouth are turned down. My mask is off, my hood back. I’m entirely revealed to him now. His attention lingers on the smatter of freckles that accent my features.
They’re sweet looking. I know they are. They give me an image of innocence when my life has been anything but.
“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who could have died less than an hour ago. Ichosenot to kill you.”
“Maybe I should tone it down a little. I did just sneak into my own house.” He leans against the French doors, the moonlight casts his body in dark shadows. Only the small light in the corner provides me any view of his handsome features.
I knew he’d follow me. I expected them both, but it doesn’t surprise me that he’s arrogant enough to think he doesn’t need help.
“I chose not to kill you because I want you to answer a few questions before I gut you.”
“You saying things likegut meis really killing the mood, Huntress.” He tilts his head at me. His words are low and drawn out, not at all impressed by my threats.
“My point is, I made a choice not to kill you.” I pause as I take several stalking steps closer to him. “Why didn’tyoukillme?”
A foot of space separates his body from mine. A dark shirt now covers him up, the collar skimming along the inky lines at his neck. He looks down on me a with a hint of a smirk kissing his lips.
He seems to always be hiding every small amount of happiness he owns.
“It’s not every day a woman pushes me to the ground when I’m beating off just to grind her pussy against my cock.” The words are carefully spoken and he studies me intently. “I was intrigued. The last assassin your leader sent wasn’t nearly as friendly. Jared wasn’t welcoming in the least.” His bulky shoulders raise in a mocking shrug. “It’s a shame. He and I could have been the best of friends. Just like you and I.” The curve of his lips tilts down, he’s no longer taunting me.
He’s entirely serious.
We did have an assassin die last month.
They die. It happens. It isn’t something to dwell on.
Until now.
“Why does Armond want you dead?”
His arms fold across his broad chest, stretching the fabric of his shirt tightly against the hard muscle tone beneath.
“I think that’s something you should be asking Armond, don’t you?” His words are this biting, tormenting sound.
The spasm of his jaw shows how much he hates my leader. His former leader, really. What happened between Armond and the two men I met tonight? I’m willing to bet everything that the last two marks I am assigned to are also part of Tylin’s band of misfit assassins.
“I guess I’ll have to ask then.” My words are hesitant. Testing.
“That’s an excellent idea, my little Huntress.” He steps aside, letting me leave the same way I came.
As I brush slowly past him he grips my jaw in his hand. A bruising strength holds me in place as he slams his lips against mine. It’s a quick assault of our mouths. He pulls back as quickly as he came.
Shoving me away from himself, he stalks across the room.
“If you break into my house again,” he pauses, his voice humming through the darkness, “I’llchooseto kill you, Alexa Hart.”
A tingling sensation skims through my body at the use of my real name. My long hair twirls in the wind as I just stare after him.
