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.But he could make her pay, even if he only had a few blades.Grave was halfway down the cobblestone alley when he realized it was a dead end, the far wall too high to climb.Here, then.He’d soon have her begging for mercy before he cut her into little, little pieces.Drawing one of his daggers, he smiled and turned to the open street behind him.Blue mist drifted by, and a rat scurried across the narrow passage.There was no noise, only the sounds of distant revelry.Perhaps he had lost her.Those royal fools had made the biggest mistake of their lives when they crowned her Champion.His client had said as much when he’d hired Grave.He waited a moment, still watching the open street entrance, and then allowed himself to breathe, surprised to find that he was a little disappointed.King’s Champion indeed.It hadn’t been hard to lose her at all.And now he would go home, and he’d receive another job offer in a matter of days.And then another.And another.His client had promised him that the offers would come.Arobynn Hamel would curse the day he had rejected Grave from the Assassins Guild for being too cruel with his prey.Grave chuckled, flipping his dagger in his hands.Then she appeared.She came through the fog, no more than a sliver of darkness.She didn’t run—she just walked with that insufferable swagger.Grave surveyed the buildings surrounding them.The stone was too slippery, and there were no windows.One step at a time, she approached.He would really, really enjoy making her suffer as much as the princess had.Smiling, Grave retreated to the end of the alley, only stopping when his back hit the stone wall.In a narrower space, he could overpower her.And in this forgotten street, he could take his own sweet time doing what he wanted.Still she approached, and the sword at her back whined as she drew it.The moonlight glinted off the long blade.Probably a gift from her princeling lover.Grave pulled his second dagger from his boot.This wasn’t a frilly, ridiculous competition run by nobility.Here, any rules applied.She didn’t say anything when she neared.And Grave didn’t say anything to her as he rushed at her, swiping for her head with both blades.She stepped aside, dodging him with maddening ease.Grave lunged again.But faster than he could follow she ducked and slashed her sword across his shins.He hit the wet ground before he felt the pain.The world flashed black and gray and red, and agony tore at him.A dagger still left in his hand, he scuttled backward toward the wall.But his legs wouldn’t respond, and his arms strained to pull him through the damp filth.“Bitch,” he hissed.“Bitch.” He hit the wall, blood pouring from his legs.Bone had been sliced.He would not be able to walk.He could still find a way to make her pay, though.She stopped a few feet away and sheathed her sword.She drew a long, jeweled dagger.He swore at her, the filthiest word he could think of.She chuckled, and faster than a striking asp, she had one of his arms against the wall, the dagger glinting.Pain ripped through his right wrist, then his left as it, too, was slammed into the stone.Grave screamed—truly screamed—as he found his arms pinned to the wall by two daggers.His blood was nearly black in the moonlight.He thrashed, cursing her again and again.He would bleed to death unless he pulled his arms from the wall.With otherworldly silence, she crouched before him and lifted his chin with another dagger.Grave panted as she brought her face close to his.There was nothing beneath the cowl—nothing of this world.She had no face.“Who hired you?” she asked, her voice like gravel.“To do what?” he asked, almost sobbing.Maybe he could feign innocence.He could talk his way out, convince this arrogant whore he had nothing to do with it …She turned the dagger, pressing it into his neck.“To kill Princess Nehemia.”“N-n-no one.I don’t know what you’re talking about.”And then, without even an intake of breath, she buried another dagger he hadn’t realized she’d been holding into his thigh.So deep he felt the reverberation as it hit the cobblestones beneath.His scream shattered out of him, and Grave writhed, his wrists rising farther on the blades.“Who hired you?” she asked again.Calm, so calm.“Gold,” Grave moaned.“I have gold.”She drew yet another dagger and shoved it into his other thigh, piercing again to the stone [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]