CHAPTER 12
The storm broke just as she reached the street the Viper lived on, the skies opening with the suddenness of a bucket of water being tipped from up high. Within seconds, Rory was drenched to the bone, squinting through rivulets of water that ran down her face and into her eyes. She sought shelter under one of the trees that lined the street, wiping her face and wringing out her hair. Around her, the rain hissed against the cobblestones, making it hard to see, but it barely penetrated the thick foliage overhead.
She peered at the Viper’s house. It was dark and quiet, like all the others on the street. In fact, there was nothing to distinguish it from the rest, but Rory wouldn’t be taken in by a veneer of respectability. This was the lair of an assassin — who knew what would be w
