For weeks, the Prince and the Assassin lived in the quiet tension of the underground. Artos, a man of peace who preferred ancient scrolls to sharpened steel, tended to her wounds. Tavia, a woman built of scars and silence, watched him with the wary eyes of a trapped hawk.
Artos didn't flinch. He simply set a bowl of broth on the table. "A contract requires a willing hand, Tavia. You aren't a weapon; you're a person who has been used as one." Download Prince and Assassin Tavia Lark epub
Standing in the moonlit courtyard where they first met, Tavia drew her blade—not pointing it at the Prince, but standing firmly between him and the darkness. For weeks, the Prince and the Assassin lived