Dusty, his heartless assassin, had found his mate.
The assassin obliged without question, stripping off weapons and handing them to Jule.
The assassin shook his head and crouched near her, warming his hands by the fire.
Katie stood between the assassin and the demon.
I was her only voluntary assassin. I traded her my soul for the life of a friend.
She collapsed on top of the still assassin, her healing powers flowing unabated.
"Absolutely," Damian said and smiled to himself, marveling again at the turn of events that led to his chief assassin, Dusty, mating with the Black God's sister.
"Retired assassin," she corrected sweetly.
The assassin gave a trace of a smile, closed his eyes, and disappeared.
As a former assassin and interrogator, Dusty didn't much care for people to begin with.
Like the assassin who obsessed about birthdays and clothing, there were two sides to the man before her: the warm, friendly stranger with whom she'd felt so comfortable she confided to him over the phone without knowing anything about him, and the tattooed thug before them in snug biker leathers.
Past-Death adopted Gabriel, trained him, turned him into a killing machine, her top assassin and lover.
Deidre turned to find the assassin staring at her.
Instead of responding, the assassin knelt.
He had done it every day he served her as her lead assassin and he was doing it now as Death.
"Gabriel, why does this keep happening?" the red-headed assassin asked, frustration in her voice.
A competent, methodical assassin, she didn't make the mistake of trying to collect from someone not on the list.
"I went to the soul I heard," the assassin said.
The assassin he'd killed earlier had a handler, one that acted as a messenger between him and Darkyn.
You're my best assassin, and you're the only one who can trespass in Hell and return.
The assassin left him in peace, and he stayed awake the rest of the night, watching over her.
Normally, when an assassin goes soft, I make him dead-dead.
Rhyn kept his distance, knowing just how jumpy an assassin could be.
"I didn.t think you could come here," the assassin said.
Gabriel rubbed his face, and Rhyn saw the shadow of stubble the assassin never allowed to grow.
When the assassin turned away, Rhyn stepped into the living forest.
At Tamer.s height and built like a tank, there had never been anything soft about Death.s assassin, but he seemed more distant than usual.
Gabriel had been a friend to all the Council members, though he suspected the assassin favored Rhyn the most.
The assassin had been an even greater stickler to the Code than he was.
To his knowledge, Gabriel never had, and the assassin was not one who would ever allow emotion to cloud his decisions.
Nearby were more of the assassin.s belongings: a few books in a large crate full of dark clothes.
Fortunately, Death's assassin didn't wait long to shake her. Katie awoke from the dreamland and sat up groggily.
"I see – " "Katie, quiet!" the assassin ordered, body bristling with tension.
"Not that I know of," the assassin said.
She felt his pain once more at taking away everything Rhyn had and pitied the assassin, despite her predicament.
Her fate would be decided by a demon and an assassin, and she.d never see her Rhyn again.
Since your castle was attacked, we.ve had an Ancient wash up on our shores, Death.s assassin sitting in our hall, and now this.
The assassin had been acting strange for quite a while.
He wanted to sweep her away for one last intimate moment before his death but doubted the assassin and demon would wait.
He.d never faced a full-blooded demon and assassin at the same time before.
The assassin took it, and Rhyn gave him a quick hug.
Rhyn blocked a second blow that might.ve taken the assassin.s head off and shoved Darkyn before whirling to meet Gabriel.s blow.