Darius:
I sat on the edge of the table in the dimly-lit cabin, swirling the wine in my glass as I watched her pace. I watched the headmistress train her one more time as she introduced her to me, showing me that she was well aware of her job.
Lithe. Beautiful. Dangerous enough when properly guided. She was trained to be who she was. She understood her role carefully anyway.
She would do.
“Stop fidgeting,” I murmured, my tone lazy but cutting. “You need to walk straight and you need to make it your job to be more appealing yet less obvious to those who I don't want to suspect you.”
The woman froze, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder as she turned to face me. Her heart raced, but she was quick to straighten as she took a deep and slow breath, successfully managing to slow her hear
