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Avyana was a dead girl.

She blanked out for a few seconds, as those four words bounced around her head knocking into all the walls she had built up and destroying all her defences. This was her weakness.

These four words had been taunting her, scaring her, following her, creeping upon her slowly, from her books to her hunting, to her nightmares.

She had ignored these words, her crew warned her, hee sister, the prince, and obviously her best friend. Had she listened to any of them? The simple answer? No. She hadn't believed them, she was too stubborn, she still was too stubborn. She had refused to believe them, and now? Now it was too late and she would pay the price . . .

She felt someone's hot breath tickle her ears and fan across the bare skin showing at her neck as a familiar voice whispered those haunting words again, sending shivers up her spine, "you will be assassinated".

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