Giselle's POV
The mercenary was yet to come.
I stood by the window, fingers drumming impatiently on the sill, waiting for the knock on my door that I knew was coming.
Finally, it came. Three sharp raps, exactly as we had agreed. I crossed the room quickly, yanking the door open to reveal the mercenary.
His hulking frame filled the doorway, his face shadowed by the hood of his cloak. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. My heart pounded in my chest, half with anticipation, half with something close to fear.
"Is it done?" I demanded in a whisper. I didn’t dare speak louder, as if the walls themselves might betray me.
The mercenary didn’t answer immediately. He simply reached into the folds of his cloak and pulled out a blood-stained knife, holding it up for me to see. M
