In the lands of Kainor some people are born with runes. These runes, scrawled in black at the base of the right side of the neck, grant the person a certain power. These powers can range from cooking to combat and some can be very powerful and others not so much. One girl is born with a different rune, a golden rune painted on her face. The strange rune gives her strange powers. She is able to steal other people's runes. Now a dangerous assassin, Laika travels the lands of Kainor until she is finally captured by the King of Galabee's soldiers. She is used as a brute to strike fear into the King's not so loyal subjects, while she is kept company by the King's two sons. One of whom helps her realize that maybe she is more than just a killer. (This book is no longer updating; I started writing when I was young and it no longer reflects my writing style.) Cover made by Black_Phoniex

*please note that there is going to be rewriting occurring so read at your own risk of having certain plots changed, carry on. Facade- An outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality. This girl really is going to be the death of me. We stay like that for a while longer, complete. I start to pick her up when she wraps her legs around my waist and I press her against the door. I become self aware when I hear myself purr from the back of my throat, that makes me realize how long we really have been in here. I quickly put her down and brake the ever so heated kiss. What is this girl doing to me? "That will do for now Princess." I say whispering against her lips as I tuck a strand of hair over her ear. I open the door and saunter out of the closet, Mari close behind. As I push the door that leads into the bakery I make sure to hold it for her. She can't meet my eyes. Then her father turns to us, with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry that took so long, the door was locked and I couldn't find the key, had to go upstairs to look for it." she lies flawlessly. I would be impressed if I weren't worried how she became so good. Her father nods understanding his daughters well thought out lie. He then turns to me and smiles, "Ah Chat Noir, here are the Macaroons I promised you for looking over my little girl." he says with a big smile handing me a small box filled with the little cookies. Oh if he only knew what I just did to his little girl in the closet he wouldn't be so happy with me.