No rage showed on my face. No blood
rushed to my smooth cheeks. I was an assassin and I conducted myself accordingly—back erect, body poised, expression composed. My fingers did not tremble, though every muscle in my body longed to crush the king's face beside me.
Concern crosses my face. It seems strange for me because I am more accustomed with staring at Lukas's cold determination or red anger from his eyes, but right now it's different.
“We are about to arrive at the capital of the north,” Edward says, breaking the silent tension with his words so low and measured.
“Just lead the way and make sure to protect yourselves from any danger that might come.”
Everyone ducks their chins in agreement.
“Good. I think it would be better if Victoria will join me in this hunt. On the other ha
