"Who sent you?" Tuska asked sitting at a table in a corner and pointing to the chair opposite her. They'd gone to the small coffee shop next door.
Bella sat, swallowing nervously. She didn't understand why this woman scared her. Tuska didn't look much older than her and she was pretty. Nothing about her looks was frightening. Dressed in a pair of cargo pants, a long-sleeved crop top, and combat boots, she looked like a normal wolf. But the look in her eyes suggested otherwise. And there was that feeling again. The feeling of being stripped and bared in front of her. As if she could see all her secrets even without her saying them out loud. Maybe that was the reason she didn't bother beating around the bush or lying.
"I am an assassin. I work for an organization that pays me to kill"
