He cannot forget what Victor has done, and this mission may just be the beginning of his downward spiral. She wants to go home as much as I did when I was brought here at fourteen. Four dingy walls and a bookshelf with a few books in the English language which I have read more times than I can count. The door opens to the motel room and I hear voices inside. How do you think he felt the first time he witnessed you in the interrogation room? He sighs, and then slouches in the chair somewhat, letting his long legs fall apart before him; his left arm rests on the tabletop. I know that, yes, he could do it without us. We can make it out of here with the American.
Cocky was never a good trait to have in the professional killing business, but so far Osiris seemed to manage it well. This time, Izel is compliant. But Sarai, taking on the new and improved role of Izabel Seyfried, still has a set of deadly skills of her own that will prove to be all she needs to secure her place beside Victor. Nothing that I say will matter. After a year subjected to her kindness and compassion, he finds himself struggling with his love for Seraphina, and his growing feelings for Cassia—because he knows that to love one, the other must die.
It was in this moment that I began to realize what was going on, but all of the pieces were not coming to me fast enough. And then Seraphina was gone. I was barely in my mid-twenties; Artemis three years younger than me. I changed who I am, how I work—for you. More shots ring out and Izel screams curses over the chaos. Fredrik Gustavsson never considered the possibility of love, or that anyone could ever understand or accept his dark and bloody lifestyle—until he met Seraphina, a woman as vicious and blood-thirsty as Fredrik himself. He did not pass the final tests.
Izabel and Naeva find themselves right where they wanted to be in Mexico: captured and held in the slave compounds owned by the Ruiz family. Or will vengeance dig the blade so deep that their bond be eternally severed? Still facing the screen, Dorian makes a small breathy noise; a smile appears in his eyes. It worries me only because I need that American to get me out of here. I push it open barely a crack. Nora leans forward, laying her arms across the table, though they only reach from the middle of her forearms, the chains hooked to the handcuffs preventing them to go any farther. The mirror over the sink just outside the door is in view. So much more is at stake than secrets and the lives of innocent loved ones; with each member that Nora forces to confess, the truth about their dark pasts and their present objectives will cast suspicion, pit some against each other, and may tear others apart.
The woman falls against the marble floor with a bullet in her temple. There was a struggle here; two of the chairs around the kitchen table have been knocked over, the tablecloth pulled from the table along with the centerpiece basket of real fruit. But in what way was I being tested? And maybe even perfect, too. Unskilled and untrained in the art of killing, the events that unfold leave her hanging precariously on the edge of death when nothing goes as planned. Meet me at the vacant red brick building on 66th and Town St. But because of my feelings for you, I played her game to save the life of your mother. I take the one opposite him.
The tall steel door is closed and locked from the outside. I missed the rooftops, the feel of the sniper rifle in my hand, the scope pressed to my eye, the moment I stopped breathing before I took the shot and played the role of God. Tears stream from her eyes and she shakes her head rapidly. As far as I knew he was not part of The Order. But this poses an important question. I feel like I should probably sit down for this too.
We watch the man from the shadow of the tiny room that we have shared since they brought her here a year ago. I stand up from the chair. He squeezes my hands one last time and leaves me to finish getting dressed. Victor drops his foot on the floor and leans forward, draping his folded hands between his knees. I came clean and admitted to Victor that I never did kill my ex-wife, Seraphina, like he believed long ago that I had. Anger helps to hide the fear in her face somewhat. I peer through the sliver in the door, letting my vision focus on the tall, lean white man who looks as though he was born with the inability to smile.
Javier has her anytime he wants her. About book 1: Sarai was only fourteen when her mother uprooted her to live in Mexico with a notorious drug lord. I know Izel is referring to me. The seriousness in his eyes is palpable. . Fumbling the rope in my fingers, I step over the bodies again and slowly make my way toward Izel, finding it impossible not to look at her the closer I get.
The door moves as my hip brushes against it and I suck in sharply that breath I just took. A heavy steel door is the only way in or out, unless one is the size of a toddler and can fit through the vents near the ceiling. He stands in the doorway and looks back at me. He takes another sip from the mug to hide his discomfort. We all leave with what we want.
I tried to find ways around it, but in doing so I got myself in tight situations. Even professional killers need vacations, but for Victor Faust, his vacation in Venezuela is about more than relaxation and time alone with Izabel Seyfried. You keep the girl and Javier will not be happy. Suddenly I hear guns cocking and instinctively I lower my body back into the tub as flat as I can make myself. The door moves as my hip brushes against it and I suck in sharply that breath I just took. I hear a loud crunch and then the sound of the large window in the room shattering as if someone or something was just pushed through it.