So he inclined his head respectfully. “Understood.” And with that, Sicarius headed for the exit.
Eve was stunned by what had just happened. And her mind kept repeating one thing. This was a League assassin.
They killed people.
For any reason they wanted. Real or made up. There was nothing anyone could do. To draw on them was a death sentence.
They made the law, and they were deployed to annihilate whatever target their bosses fixated on.
Man. Woman. Child.
Varmint.
Didn’t matter. They had no choice and no say.
Kill or be killed.
Good deeds were as nonexistent to them as common sense to the average person on the street.
“Why would you help me?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t like people abusing their power over others.”
“But you work for The League.” That was how they ran their business and their government.
“I was conscripted into The League. There’s a big difference.”
True. The only way out for an assassin was death. The League never allowed them to leave. They owned them. “Still, you work for the bad guys.”
“Yeah, I do.” And with that, he headed for the exit.
Eve mentally kicked herself for her stupidity.
And her rudeness.
Rising from her seat, she caught up to him and took his arm to pull him to a stop.
He immediately twisted and reached for her throat, then caught himself before he made actual contact.
Wincing, he held his hands up and stepped back from her. “Sorry. Not used to anyone touching me unless they’re attacking.”
“And I attacked when I should have just said thank you. But like you, I’m not used to anyone doing something for me unless they want something in return.”
“Guess we both spend a lot of time around assholes.”
Those words caught her off-guard and made her laugh. “More than you know . . . So, is there a name to go with that whole let-me-kick-your-ass persona or do I just call you Cutie Pie?”
“Pardon?”
She smiled at his shock. “Yeah, guess you’re not used to anyone teasing you, either, are you?”
“No. Not really.”
“You guys do have names, though, right?” Now that she thought about it, she’d never heard of them referred to as anything other than assassins or by their ranks. And none of them she’d ever seen had a name listed on their uniforms. It was as if The League didn’t think they were important enough to have them.
“Jinx.”
She scowled at that.
