PERFIDY

PERFIDY

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Jasper, a notorious and enigmatic figure in the criminal underworld, was not your typical assassin. With the allure of an angelic visage, he concealed the heart of a malevolent devil. His piercing, calculating eyes missed nothing, and his reputation for ruthless efficiency was unmatched. No one could outsmart him, and he had a reputation for eliminating his targets before they could even blink. They called him "the shadow" because, like a phantom, he would appear and disappear without warning, leaving only death in his wake. His life was fueled by an unquenchable thirst for vengeance against a powerful kingdom. His sole purpose was to witness the utter destruction of this realm, no matter the cost. On the other side of this tale was Ava Mary Leighton, the epitome of serenity and innocence, with an appearance that could rival any angel. Her heart was pure and her simple smile had the power to melt even the iciest of souls. However, Ava was far from free; she was a modern-day Rapunzel, trapped within the confines of a palace. This story teeters on the precipice of an age-old question: can the frigid heart of Jasper thaw enough to help the caged princess, or will he choose to cast her into the clutches of the very devils she yearns to escape?
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The Shadow of the East is a monster. Tyrin Caderyn is no better. They've met before, but memory painted each a ghost and a flicker of familiarity. Both of them hail from strong and vicious bloodlines. Time and tragedy and choice bind them together. War is on the horizon, and Shadow is in the midst of schemes and plans greater than her. She's on the run from a man she learned to hate, and her own past. Her secrets can destroy her. Tyrin is an Elite warrior for the Ilystari Realm and answers only to the king and queen. When he's sent to hunt down a powerful female, he doesn't question the orders. But when he meets her, everything changes. Darkness encroaches and alliances break. Bonds are formed and friendships shatter. There is a greater power at play than either of them realized. Has fate drawn them together, or something stronger? -- She huffed a quiet laugh. "Well, I suppose I'll get paid one way or another for his death. If you let me keep his body, you have a deal." Tyrin darted his eyes back to gauge the honesty of her response, but she sounded sincere. He finally nodded. Her grin was nothing shy of wicked. Something inside his chest reared it's sleeping head and purred at that expression. "I hope you and I never meet again. These Realms aren't ready for us." Weren't ready for her, he wanted to correct. A shiver of a promise zinged through his blood and he grinned back at her. "What's your name, little assassin?" She started melting back into the shadows - back the way she'd come to give him the privacy of the kill. "I am no one and nothing. Forget about me, pretty male. It won't do to dwell on a shadow." And then she was gone.

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