If there was one thing Naya trusted, it was the certainty that people could always turn their backs on her. The West Wood Pack was no place for the weak or for strangers. When she came face to face with the assassin, she instantly sensed that this person knew the territory too well to be an outsider.
A cold dagger pressed against her throat as she was slowly dragged to the side, away from the carriage. The servant and the guard who had been with her earlier were nowhere to be seen. Had the assassin killed them, too? Or were they all working together?
A rough grip on her arm yanked her attention back. With a rope tied around her hands, she let the assassin lead her to the falls. The sound of water crashing against the rocks below drowned out every other noise, creating a curtain of isola
