Sasha’s Pov
There was a hunter in the shadows. The blade gleamed, running, ancient, and humming like it remembered how to kill. My body knew it too. My breath hitched. Alex stepped in front of me without hesitation, his stance coiled, teeth bared.
The assassin stood at the far end of the hall, rain dripping from his cloak, his face obscured by a bone-white mask. He made no sound, but his presence sucked the air from the corridor like a vortex.
And that sword… gods. It wasn't just a weapon.
It was meant for me.
I grabbed the wall for balance as heat pulsed at the base of my spine, where the mark still burned beneath my skin. My vision was blurred. Alex didn’t wait. He launched.
Steel met steel in a c***k of sparks. The masked attacker moved with preternatural precision, inhuman speed
