Elara’s POV
I woke up to loud yelling in the house. Groaning, I got out of bed, deciding to scare the boys who had woken me from a rare, good dream.
Huh… barely have those anymore, I thought. Ever since becoming an assassin, dreams had mostly abandoned me. Makes sense, always on high alert, always ready. Sleep was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
Quietly, I slid down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. The boys were gathered around the table in a heated discussion about something utterly ridiculous: who got more kills on their first mission. I leaned against the wall, observing.
Two hours… two f*****g hours. They hadn’t noticed me yet, still arguing. Really? That important?
“I got three kills on my first mission,” Kael bragged.
“I got five kills! Suck it, Kael!” Riven shot back.
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