Rising From Ashes: The Assassin Bride's Comeback

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g I registered

and a cheap, musky perfume that clung to the b

hing, the rustle of sheets, a woman's soft,

snappe

y velvet curtains, illuminating a room of opulent, unfamiliar luxury. A four-post

gh my skull, and with it came a f

, pushed around by everyone. Today was her wedding

ts swallowed down, of a life lived in the shadows of others. The pai

d on a mission gone wrong, was now

the movement slow, deliberate. My

saw

side of the massive bed, their

. His face, which I'd only seen in a fo

ir fanned out across the pillows,

features, quickly replaced by a smug, triumphant smi

woman beneath him, grunted in annoya

fro

eyes-he was waiting for tears, for

t not

eyes, I knew, were as empty

atching a corner of the sheet to cover her breasts. "Sister, you're awake! It's... i

effort to cover his nakedness. A sneer twisted his lips. "So y

erriding the confusing swirl of Anja's emotion

the env

windows were tall, floor-to-ceiling, likel

, lay a silver letter opener. Its handle wa

of the wedding dress pooled around my waist. My movements were

ly unnerve them. Both Caleb and Dahlia stared

e was raspy from disuse, but t

request. It

What did you say to me? Who do you

meat, something to be assessed and, if necessary, dispos

n the words "my room." A

ith false concern. "Sister, please, don't be an

lly struck her. "You," I said, my voice dropping to a low

light. My fingers closed around the cool,

ial weapon in my palm sent a

ort, ugly sound. "What are you going to

cause the amusement in his expression curdled into uncertainty. He was an Alpha, used to projecting dominance,

of the letter opener agai

Tap

was the only thing breakin

said, my voice barely a whisper

ntence. For the first time since I'd opened my eyes, I saw gen