The window rolled down, and his chief assassin glared at him.
Dusty, his heartless assassin, had found his mate.
I was her only voluntary assassin. I traded her my soul for the life of a friend.
The assassin shook his head and crouched near her, warming his hands by the fire.
The assassin obliged without question, stripping off weapons and handing them to Jule.
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