Zender wiped his blade in the dark cloak of the man lying at his feet, looking up and down the alley where he had dragged the body. The blood gushing from the man’s neck was already forming a puddle on the dirty ground, soaking into his black clothes and veiled face. The eyes — the only visible part of him — were forever frozen in a look of surprise.
“Get rid of that,” he ordered as he rose to his feet. He looked at the two people standing half-hidden in the shadows, one of them nodding quickly. Davin stepped forward, crouching next to the body before throwing it over his shoulder with a grunt. “Strip his clothes and burn them. And mess up his face so it’s not easily recognized. Dump him somewhere far.”
“Yes, brother,” Davin said readily. “I’ve got it.”
“Do you need any help? He looks
