There was no source of light inside the tent but Violet could see perfectly fine. It was pitch black but she could see the hand holding the gun, as it trembled, and the assassin clearly. Shade would never hesitate or display such signs of agitation in front of a target. This was surely no professional killer. The hand holding the gun shook under her steady gaze. The grey eyes were wide with fear. Brown hair cut short in the military fashion. Respectable muscles under the uniform. A uniform that proclaimed them as one of hers. Fem. Maybe 20.
“What are you?” The assassin asked. “Human eyes don’t glow like that in the dark.”
Violet filed away that statement in her mind for later. She also mentally noted that an assassin getting this close to her was a problem. She swiftly disarmed her assai
