The assassin's eyes went darker, and he raised the knife. "Say goodbye to your precious alpha." His hand drove down, the knife edge digging, but swung away as a silver tray hit it.
The assassin groaned, holding his injured wrist and stared menacingly at Mercer. "Bastard. You betray..."
Slush!
Blood pooled at the man's throat at once. His hands touched his throat, weak as choking, and the sound left his lips.
He crashed to the floor on his knees, eyes fixed on Mercer, his lips moving to say something. Then he breathed out, and fell to the floor, face flat, spilling deep red blood all over.
I turned to see Mercer's hand in the air. He put it down and slowly looked at me.
"I was tired of the fighting," Mercer breathed and walked ahead, crossing the body and pulling Jax's blanket over h
