Sierra's smug grin lasted barely a heartbeat.
The glee in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer, stark terror.
At that last possible moment, Delilah spun aside with lightning-quick reflexes, the short blade whistling past her vitals. Before the assassin could even blink, she seized his wrist, twisted it back with a brutal snap, and sent him crashing to the ground.
The man grunted in agony, his dagger clattering loudly against the floor.
Delilah scooped up the weapon. Now armed, her movements turned razor-sharp and merciless.
As the assassin drew his backup blade and lunged at her again, she brought her own down in a vicious arc, warm blood spraying everywhere in a crimson mist.
The assassin crumpled on the spot, his resistance shattered, and lay still.
Hot droplets spla
