Siren | Caden Archeron
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An assassin and the youngest ever Darkbringer-not to mention the only female-Stella has never failed a mission before. So when she is tasked with seducing and then assassinating Caden Archeron, the son of Nesta Kingslayer and General Cassian, she doesn't expect to fail so miserably.
She doesn't expect the way he makes her feel, she doesn't expect to like him and she certainly doesn't expect to hesitate. She doesn't expect Caden.
Torn between lust and self-preservation, Stella struggles to fight her growing feelings for the handsome Illyrian, growing ever more comfortable in the City of Starlight and in his arms-in between her various murder attempts of course.
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"Did you have to go for the wings?" He asked her irritably and she rolled her eyes, leaning backward to avoid a slice at her chest area. He could have swept her feet out from under her in that moment and she knew it too-it made her even angrier.
"I don't know, you did have them out!" She hissed, jabbing at his thigh with her boot as she slashed at his pectoral in retaliation. "Maybe try not making them such a big target next time!" She managed to catch him on the back of the arm.
He smirked at her, darting backward for a moment, sword still raised in front of him. "Quite the compliment." Her brows furrowed in confusion and he laughed, tossing his head back.
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