Page 17 of The Darkest Hour

If we’d been in a city on any mainland, ambulances and fire trucks would’ve already been out here.

This has to end now.

I dropped the gun I had, grabbed another one, and checked that it was loaded. Then, I took a chance and tried to lure her out. “Pretty impressive!”

No response.

“What’s your name?!” I slid my finger along the cold metal in my hand, finding comfort in the weapon somehow. At least I had the confidence to know that if she ever revealed herself, I’d destroy that curvy little frame. “Who trained you?!”

Only silence.

Not much of an ego problem, then.

Most male assassins needed attention. It was a lonely world when you murdered as a professional. I’d lured many guys out with just simple conversation.

Women were different—too fucking calculated.

I tried again. “Why are you here today?”

Movement came from my right, but I didn’t turn that way. I continued to stare at the hallway’s darkness as if I hadn’t heard anything.

Come on, sweetie. Give me your best shot.

I’d already planned to torture the fuck face in the bathroom. Now that I knew it was a woman, she might get my cock before she died.

“What if I made you an offer to end this now?” I strained my ears, trying to see if she was really on my right or not.

Smart and silent. I’m starting to like you. Yeah. You’ll definitely get my cock.

As if she heard my thoughts, she leaped from the left. Not even in the direction I’d thought she was.

What?

Two guards came out of the smoky shadows and shot at her.

She flipped to their side.

They screamed and raced away.

Are you fucking kidding me?

She ended up chasing after them, slashing the air behind their backs and waists, before finally slamming both daggers in the back of their heads.

Smoke swirled around, hiding her at times.

I shot that way and missed.

One guard fell to the floor.

The other attempted to fight her. He missed and she twisted, kicking his ass. And. . .I hated to admit it, but I stood there in awe, more entertained than scared.

Damn.

I’d never seen anything like this in my life.

Sure, there were fabulous action movies of men and women beating the shit out of six or seven men at a time.

In real life, it was damn near impossible. The side with the most numbers almost always beat the badass person, no matter how many guns and knives they had.

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