Kat’s POV.
I push open the large, double doors that lead into Prima Francis’s office and breeze into the room, as expected, he doesn’t once glance up from his important paperwork, it’s clear he expected me to storm in right at this moment, I purse my lips and whip out the ornate dagger that he gifted me when I was seventeen, the year I made my first kill, with the ease of someone who has spent years doing this I flick my dagger at him. I watch without missing a step breezes past the side of the face and lodged itself into the wood behind him.
Finally, he looks up from his documents and there’s this knowing look in his eyes. My frown deepens and I stop in front of the large mahogany table he was seated behind, I slam my palm down on the polished surface and lean forward to look him dead i
