Dusty, his heartless assassin, had found his mate.
The window rolled down, and his chief assassin glared at him.
The assassin shook his head and crouched near her, warming his hands by the fire.
I was her only voluntary assassin. I traded her my soul for the life of a friend.
The assassin obliged without question, stripping off weapons and handing them to Jule.
Katie stood between the assassin and the demon.
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.
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.
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.
He'd never been guilty in his role as an assassin or as Death, until sitting with her on the beach.
The assassin he'd killed earlier had a handler, one that acted as a messenger between him and Darkyn.
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.
It was the assassin.s turn to give him a hard look.
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.
"You have to trust me, Rhyn," the assassin said.
Death and Darkyn will have every assassin they own roaming the shadow world.
"I see – " "Katie, quiet!" the assassin ordered, body bristling with tension.
His long time friend, the assassin, was bloodied and unconscious. The demons tossed Gabriel's body into a dark cell two down from Ully's before they left.
On the morning of June 28, 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and his wife Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg, were shot dead in Sarajevo by nineteen-year-old assassin Gavrilo Princip.
She collapsed on top of the still assassin, her healing powers flowing unabated.
"Retired assassin," she corrected sweetly.
The assassin gave a trace of a smile, closed his eyes, and disappeared.
"Gabriel, why does this keep happening?" the red-headed assassin asked, frustration in her voice.
Gabe waited a few minutes for the assassin being replaced to appear.
The assassin left him in peace, and he stayed awake the rest of the night, watching over her.
The assassin motioned her over.
Normally, when an assassin goes soft, I make him dead-dead.
You mean the assassin you sent to kill my mate?
"Not that I know of," the assassin said.
Soul collector, grim reaper, death-dealer, assassin, Keeper of Souls.
For what it's worth, Gabe was the most respected and longest serving assassin of Death before he got promoted.
The assassin bumped fists with his, and Gabe conveyed the location of Deidre's apartment.