I’m not sure I’ve ever had seen as much silk and gold in one place. Even in Father’s home back in Emera.
At the head of the table, dressed in black Ezkai leathers, sits the most powerful fae in the whole country.
The Ezkai General, Kitajo Hiromasa.
My target.
He’s damn handsome, I can admit it. Not much older than thirty years old.
But with Decarios, the looks can be deceiving. Even human and dwarf Decarios don’t age the same way us mere mortals do.
Considering this Ezkai General has been ruling for a century, he must be at least a hundred fifty.
Hiromasa has the aura of an ancient soul. It’s in the depth of his dark-as-coal eyes.
His presence is larger than the room itself. I don’t need to be next to him to feel it.
The power he exudes.
Yet, he doesn’t look evil to me. I’ve seen enough evil people of all three races to recognize one.
This man is an Ezkai General, the whole country bows to him, and yet he wears a pleasant smile on his lips and treats the people at his table, and those who serve him, as if they are his equals…
Stop that.
I drop my head down and focus on cutting the bright purple dragon fruit into thin slices.
I’m only making things worse for myself.
No point in looking at him, trying to read his personality and decipher what kind of man he is.
It’s not going to help me.
He has to die. It’s the only path to my freedom.
If Kitajo Hiromasa walks out of this dinner tonight, I’ll be enslaved by Ghost for the rest of my damn life.
I’ve heard what happens to those who fail an assignment they were tasked with by Caligos.
Sweat drips down my back.
The room is stuffy, and hot from all the mouths breathing the air.
Of course, it’s not the heat that makes me sweat.
It’s the job ahead of me.
Stealing? A walk in a park.
Conning and lying? My second nature.
Getting into places I’m not meant to be in? Easy as slicing a pie.
Assassinating the ruler of the country? Well…
I guess there’s a first for everything.
Only the Ezkai General and the bold fae on his right pay any attention to the staff that serves them.
