ChapterOne
She was exquisite violence. There was no other way to describe her. Normally, Jinx Shadowborne wouldn’t have given her more than a passing glance.
But she was impossible to ignore.
She wore competence and war like an accessory. Her posture bled experience, especially since she was in this dive hole, alone.
With no visible weaponry.
Only a woman of extreme stupidity would dare enter a dive as sorry as the Hunting Ground alone.
Or one more than capable of taking care of herself.
Indeed, predatorial grace bled out from every pore of her lithe body. The way she slid her glance around to cover every inch of the bar to how she stood with her weight equally distributed.
If someone came at her, they wouldn’t be able to unbalance her easily. She’d have them on their ass faster than they could blink.
He was impressed. She was a well-trained warrior.
But it wasn’t just that. She was incredibly beautiful. Dark copper skin that matched her sharp pale eyes.
A walking contradiction of beautiful destruction. Human body with black Andarion warrior braids. In fact, if it wasn’t for the light blue of her eyes and human teeth, she’d pass for Andarion.
Was she a hybrid?
“Jinx? Did I lose you?”
He blinked at the voice in his ear. “Sorry, Savage. Distracted.”
“Since when?”
Never. But for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she went to the bar to order a drink.
Forcing his gaze away from her, Jinx scanned the occupants again. “This was a complete waste of time. No one’s coming.”
“Told you it was bullshit.”
“I know. But I still say I’m on to something.” He frowned as he noted a man entering the bar. He looked like he had potential. “Hey, Sav, we might have a winner. Let me call you back.”
“Be careful.”
“Always.” Jinx tapped his ear to close his link as he watched the man who stood out in this crowd as much as the woman did.
He wasn’t just a freelance assassin. This man had some serious skills.
And he looked to be heading this way. Maybe this was the informant who’d contacted Jinx.
At least that was his thought until the man veered off to the table where the woman had taken her drink.
To her credit, she didn’t appear shaken at all by the man’s obvious attempt to intimidate her.
She leisurely sipped her drink as if he weren’t glaring at her with murderous intent.
“You know, Eve, today’s a good day to die. But it’s an even better one to make the other asshole pay.”
Eve Erixour passed a droll, unamused stare at the hired enforcer in front of her who’d dared to interrupt her Happy Hour at her favorite pub.
Sicarius Veneficus. Tall. Smug.
