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or tilt beneath her feet. She tried to laugh it off, to say so

low and deadly calm. "I know about the Judge. I know ab

rs of secrecy. But now, standing in front of him, blood still smeared on her skin, there was no denying it. He had figu

n," he said with a smile, watching her ever

eyed him warily, her mind still spinning, but her body aching

rank it-because why wouldn't she? Gavin had been in her life for ye

, the po

turned cold and clammy. Phoenix dropped the glass, the sound of it shatt

g. "I know what you are, Phoenix," he whispered,

e heard every word. "The enigmatic, heartless and

. For a year. You kill who I want, when I want, or you die. Simple as that." Phoenix's blood ran cold. Her fingers clutched at h

gh. "I'll give you just enough of the

her world

hbac

he small pill in the bottle. Her reflection in the glass window was haunting-her face pale, eyes hollow, lips pressed into a thin li

rk thoughts. She glanced at the screen, her

new

he email, her pulse quickening as she read the details of the man she was meant to kill next. August Grey-the CEO of the August

n't live like this anymore. Phoenix sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, the email still open in front of her. August Grey. The name seemed to pulse with an ominous energy. The king

would be heading to his club, Aces and Ales, tomorrow night. He had a meeting scheduled in the underground casino, likely with his usual entourage of under

asino beneath it was where the real power mo

she'd need to take to pull this off. Surveillance, entry points, timing. She couldn'

lf, her voice barely audible in the stillness of

ery kill-a grounding mantra. She was an assassin, after all. She had taken lives before, felt the weight

er this time. August Grey wasn't just a target. He was something mo

sent in that d*mn black box. She glared at it for a moment, hatred swirling inside he

n h