She wasn't sure what it was about him that made her uncomfortable. All she knew
was that she loathed him. It was almost as though he were prodding her soul, the way he
stared causing her stomach to twist itself into knots. His very presence was enough to
make her wish to leap up and scream in rage, and every time he sneered behind Malik's
back made her want to plunge a hidden blade into his throat even more. How dare he?!
Despite the fact that Malik had only one arm, he was twice the man and twice the Assassin
he would ever be! The rank of Master Assassin was unfitting; he was not an eagle like her
brothers and herself, but merely a pigeon worthy only of pecking at breadcrumbs and
shitting on the rooftops.
As she thought, she became aware of being watched. Slowly raising her gaze, she
met his cold, dark, beady eyes leering back at her. Glaring at him, she willed her hand
from engaging her hidden blade. One day, Abbas, she thought grimly. There will
come a time when you no lon