Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs, a mix of terror and a treacherous spark of adrenaline. She looked up at him, her defiance flickering. "I don't play games with monsters."
The rain lashed against the cracked stained glass of the Gilded Anchor , a tavern that smelled of stale ale and ancient secrets. Elara, a thief with fingers as light as moonbeams, pressed herself into the shadows of the rafters. Below, the target sat alone: Lord Kaelen, a man whose reputation for cruelty was rivaled only by the weight of the onyx soul-gem hanging from his neck. Dirty Fantasy
"Then it's a good thing," Kaelen said, his voice dropping to a gravelly silk, "that I'm not looking for a game." He leaned down, his breath warm against her skin. "I'm looking for a partner in crime." Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs, a mix