Terminate her and get out.
Eve gasped as she left the bathroom and found Jinx standing just outside the door. “Is that some innate male trait that all of you have that makes you want to scare the shit out of people?”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just my SIC does it all the time, too. He’s always jump-scaring me. Makes me want to wring his neck.” Toweling her hair, she stepped past him. “The shower’s all yours.”
Jinx hesitated, torn between wanting to kiss her again and drag her to the bed . . .
Or kill her.
Eve paused to frown at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Still not sure what to do, he went into the bathroom and slowly closed the door.
Eve scowled at his actions. What the hell?
She put the towel down around her shoulders. Okay, that was weird. Something had happened while she was bathing. His mood had completely altered again.
He’s an assassin.
They weren’t exactly known for mental stability.
Then again, neither was she. Bad childhoods didn’t lend themselves to happy, well-adjusted adults. There were some days when she could barely hold it together, and her worst day was probably a thousand times better than his best.
If one-millionth of what she’d been told about League training was true, it was a wonder he was sane at all. Rumors claimed they forced assassins into cannibalizing each other in order to survive.
She’d always prayed that one was a lie.
But the one she knew was true was that they were forced to eat while The League played videos of people being tortured and killed in order to desensitize them to the pain and suffering of others. The League would do anything they could to kill all compassion within their assassins.
Kill or be killed.
Jinx was the most dangerous creature in the known universe, and no matter what else he did, she couldn’t afford to forget that.
As he’d said, they were playing a dangerous game.
One where their lives would be forfeit if they lost.
By the time Jinx came out again, Eve had most of the kitchen cleaned up.
Jinx paused with an arched brow.
Before he could speak, Eve held her hand up in warning. “Not one word. Remember, you’re not the only who’s trained to kill and I’m closer to the knives than you are.”
He actually laughed. “True, but while you’re cleaning, you might want to remember the nice stack of underwear in the bathroom . . . unless you’re collecting them there for a specific purpose?”
She groaned out loud. “Well, at least you know I don’t bring guys home all the time.”
He was still smiling as he folded up his dirty battlesuit and tucked it neatly in the backpack.
Pausing, Eve watched him. It was so easy to forget what he was when he was in front of her. He acted so normal. So . . .
Nice.
Strange how she’d never considered a League assassin as being cordial or decent. The way they stood and refrained from speaking . . .
It was so unnerving to be around people who were so rigid and unemotional.
