Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 127026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
She and Valia.
Her sister.
They were both supposed to be here. The right and left hand of the Father. And now, his arm was missing, and the daughter who should have been on his left was dead. Poetic.
“Daughter,” Bastian called, drawing her out of her thoughts.
She faced him and bowed her head.
“Join me. This is your victory too.”
So, she stepped up onto the podium and let everyone know her face. Let them see the horror of their nightmares. The assassin that stalked their dreams. Let them know who she was.
And all the while, as she held her chin up and took in their terrified looks, she plotted how to escape. The money wasn’t enough now. The person she was supposed to escape with was dead. There was nothing for her but the Father.
The Father who had killed her sister.
She met his gaze and wondered if he knew that she hated him now. That she could never forgive him.
He’d put his hand on her shoulder after he’d killed Valia and said, “You understand, don’t you, daughter?”
She’d nodded her head as she held the tears back. Then, those monsters took her sister’s body back to the mountain. She stole it away from them at her first convenience and cried like she hadn’t since she was a youth. Since the assassin school had beaten tears out of her.
And then she had plotted.
She would give Bastian this victory. She couldn’t go against him now. He would expect that.
But one day, she would kill him.
And he would know it was for Valia.
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