Page 15 of The Assassin

Sounds good. I’ll see you at 7:30.

The next text that came through was an Uber confirmation. The animal inside me, the one that enjoyed the hunt no matter the prey, reared its head.

Opportunity. I needed it, and Abigail Roslyn was about to drop it in my lap.

The Full Moon was a downtown bar with an eclectic mix of upper-class college students, twentysomething professionals, and creatives onthe prowl for their next fix, either chemical or sexual. I never dressed to stand out, but tonight I dressed to draw attention. Abigail’s attention.

Abby. Her friends call her Abby.

A black dress shirt, the fabric silky soft, the kind that would make her fingers twitch to stroke it. Black jeans that hugged my ass and legs. Black low-heeled boots. I knew what made women hungry, and Abby wouldbe no exception. Tonight I needed her not just to notice me, but to be overwhelmed by me, enough to overcome a lifetime of inhibitions.

When I was ready, I took one last look at the screen showing Remi in his hospital bed—motionless, silent. I could never look at the image without seeing him fall from the balcony, seeing him splayed on the concrete with blood pooling beneath his head. Watchinghim, I let the memories play out in my mind, let the rage that filled me then, rise up now. Roslyn’s time had come. It didn’t matter that I’d have to use an innocent woman to do it. Nothing mattered but making Roslyn pay for what he’d done. Avenging my brother.

Keeping my family safe.

Abby was opening the door. Tonight I’d walk through it.

I grabbed my keys and the supplies I’d need from thedesk and turned away from Remi, from Eli. I couldn’t think about them now. Abby was my focus, my prey.

The Full Moon waited.

Let’s go.

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