“Assassin,” Gael agreed, from his position kneeling next to the body. He seemed the least rattled of us all, focused on the task at hand and not on whatever had revived me.
Holy hell, had I really died? It didn’t seem possible. I felt fine. Better than fine, actually. Energetic. Ready to take out a dozen assassins.
“He’s carrying a sword, the knife he used on Shay.”
Dirge growled beneath me at that reminder, so I brought my other hand up to rest on his bare chest, trying to calm him as Gael continued.
“A pouch full of all kinds of vials, possibly poison? To be determined. He’s also got a pistol, both wolfsbane and devil’s trap bullets, and a sat phone.”
I blinked at the laundry list.
“Is he a shifter?” Kane asked from where he was crouched next to Brielle, hand on her shoulder. She h
