Don’t be stupid.
If he went in there right now, he’d never leave.
Thankfully, his link buzzed before he gave into that deadly temptation.
Grateful for a distraction, he answered it to find Savage on the other end.
“Where’s the female?”
“Another room, why?”
Savage sighed. “I think I know why she saved you.”
He didn’t like that tone at all. “What’d you learn?”
“Her sister’s in a League prison. Sorry, bud. She’s using you. Terminate her and get out.”
ChapterThree
Rage and hurt warred inside Jinx as he played with the spring release on the concealed dagger in his uniform.
It was a backup weapon. His preferred means was the black Seax dagger he kept concealed in a pocket . . .
Terminate her and get out.
Commander Savage was a superior officer. Technically, those were orders and he should follow them.
The Andarion had a lot more experience than he did. He was the founder of their small rebel gang and Sav, alone, had kept them alive against PM Quiakides’s madness.
When another assassin would have killed them and taken a rank advancement, Savage had hidden them and made sure they healed whenever they were wounded.
They all owed their lives to him.
It was a fucked up weird-ass family they’d almost formed, where their crazy uncle was likely to cut their throat at any moment, but it was the best anyone in The League’s assassin corps could hope for.
He was so lucky to have been selected as one of Savage’s handful of insurgents.
Still . . .
Eve seemed so honest and sincere.
People lie all the time. You know that.
His parents were dead because of a betrayer who’d looked them all in the eyes and told them how much he loved them. Tobin had been his half-brother.
And he’d destroyed them all.
For what?
Greed. Rebellion?
Stupidity.
Trust no one.
Everybody wanted something.
If life and League had taught him nothing else, it should have taught him that. In the most brutal way possible.
