This is the second book in the Assassins at Dusk series by _Sibyline_, read Assassins at Dusk before reading this one!
THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR ASSASSINS AT DUSK IN THIS BOOK, IM WARNING YOU.
You. Have. Been. Warned.
This story has very little smut, m...
I deadass just fell asleep at my computer while editing. Like, My face was on the damn keyboard- IDK how I am so tired but I guess I am?! Maybe my sleep meds? Anyway, sorry for any spelling mistakes and enjoy the story!
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I hunt, every living day, I need to feel the rush of the hunt. It isn't a choice anymore, it is an unquenchable thirst, an itch that will never go away. During the day, I have some control, sometimes, but the night is unbeatable. I want to blame someone else for it. Sometimes the inner machinations of my mind create a person for me to blame it on, a faceless man who I can scream and blame all I want, but deep in my mind, I know this is all my fault.
I am prowling the streets of the city of jewels and sand, not even bothering to know what time of night it is, my clawed mangled fingers dragging against the cold stone of Mara's temple as I scanned for the unfortunate prey of the night.
And I stop, focus on the emptying out of my head.
Because there is a scent. The scent of home, of a place I once knew so well. The slight scent of lemon verbena and rosemary, with the sting of a gentle Grecian ocean, whisking them all into the smell of land I longed for.
Inalia.
It seemed so distant, the lands I once called home. Why was this here?
I tried to gently open the massive stone doors, but my godly strength instead ripped them off the hinges with a snarl.
A new scent as well. The soft tingle of tea and lotus, from the lands of Chiranu.
There were visitors of Inalia and Chiranu in this building not too long ago, visitors to the Oasis of gold and luxury, vipers and poison.
I wanted to sob, to beg myself against it, but my once beautiful lips pulled upwards, the mangled and black stained teeth glistening.
A new hunt has begun.
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Sophie stretched herself out after the bumpy night sleep, wiping the drool away from her mouth as she blinked around, gathering her surroundings.
