She dropped, silent as a ghost, landing inches behind his velvet chair. Her blade was at his throat before he could blink.
In a blur of motion, he caught her wrist, twisted, and pinned her against the heavy oak table. The breath left her lungs as he leaned in close, his eyes alight with a predatory intensity. Dirty Fantasy
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." She dropped, silent as a ghost, landing inches
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. The breath left her lungs as he leaned