It was well-past midnight. She'd been watching him for several days now. Her target. One Uvogin. The contract on his head was significant. And if her research was right, it made sense. Being the right-hand man of the rising emperor.
Grey-blue eyes narrowed into slits, head tilted. Listening, waiting. A normal person's muscles would've cramped up by now. But Artemis was far from normal, in part from her genetics. The other from her training. Clad in black with her hair tightly bound beneath the cowl of a cloak, she finally ventured to move. Near silent hand-pulls and thrusts brought her quickly up the clay-wall. Soft-clad boots crept for a moment in the open window of his room.
Her eyes were well-adjusted to the dark.
And there was his four-poster bed. His form breathing steadily. There was a glint of moonlight on metal as a dagger slid into her hand like an old friend. And with the grace of a desert cat, she lunged forward for his throat.
Grey-blue eyes narrowed into slits, head tilted. Listening, waiting. A normal person's muscles would've cramped up by now. But Artemis was far from normal, in part from her genetics. The other from her training. Clad in black with her hair tightly bound beneath the cowl of a cloak, she finally ventured to move. Near silent hand-pulls and thrusts brought her quickly up the clay-wall. Soft-clad boots crept for a moment in the open window of his room.
Her eyes were well-adjusted to the dark.
And there was his four-poster bed. His form breathing steadily. There was a glint of moonlight on metal as a dagger slid into her hand like an old friend. And with the grace of a desert cat, she lunged forward for his throat.