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He paused. “Yes, fifty percent. How did you know that?”
“Good guess. See, I was right about you. Look at all that business you’re throwing away. I bet the other assassins aren’t as picky as you. You’re like, the ethical assassin.”
He glanced over at her. “This in no way detracts from the fact that I murder beings for a living.”
“No worries. You’re still badass… Hey, is this what you were looking for?”
And there it was, in her hands, an Illibrium crystal, embedded in a small statue. He didn’t even need to scan it. He could feel the hum of its power. Heriot slipped his tablet in his pocket and reached out to carefully take it from her hands, worried it might destabilize.
“Give me the crystal,” T’Antor snarled.
Heriot’s head whipped around. His target was standing in the doorway with a blaster in his hand. Fucyu’s face was flushed and beading with sweat, his eyes two red orbs. He was swaying on his feet like a drunk R’Etor. The pigment transformation had hit him hard.
This mission was finally falling into place, moving along exactly as planned—find the crystal first, then T’Antor would conveniently show up to try and snatch it out of his hands. Heriot would then tear out his target’s beating heart. Except, Fucyu was standing much too close to his female.
“I thought you’d be busy raping women,” Hannah sneered. “Asshole.”
“That’s what I’ve got you for,” Fucyu answered. He grabbed Hannah and yanked her in front of him, an arm across her neck and his blaster pointed at her head.
Oh hell, no. This wasnotaccording to plan. A pounding began in his ears. His muscles and veins strained against his skin. Heriot planted his feet wide apart. “You’re a dead R’Etor,” he rasped.
Dead. So, verydead.
“Put your hands up where I can see them,” Fucyu ordered. “Give me the crystal, or I’ll kill your mate.”
Rage blackened Heriot’s blood. A rage that could burn domiciles to the ground and destroy whole civilizations. He watched as his truemate struggled in the arms of his target. Fear and anger etched across her beautiful features. He would do anything to save her life.
Anything.
He held out the crystal and kept his other hand next to his hidden blaster. “Give me my female first and then I’ll hand over the Illibrium.”
“No, don’t,” his Bride wheezed. “Don’t give it to him.”
Fucyu’s lips thinned. “Yes, do. Give it to me. Put the Illibrium on the ground in between us and step back. Then I’ll let her go.”
Heriot stepped forward and bent to place the crystal down as he pulled his blaster out, planning to take this asshole out with one precise shot. He heard a guttural groan and lifted his head…to see his female with her hand still on the blade that was embedded in T’Antor’s heart.
Heriot grunted. A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Just to be sure, he fired a blast into the asshole’s skull. And his target dropped to the ground. Dead, as Heriot had predicted.
Hannah stared at the male she’d just killed, her chest heaving with deep breaths. She looked up and met Heriot’s gaze. He smiled back at her, warmth filling every pore of his body.
His female had killed Fucyu T’Antor, the most notorious criminal on R’Etor. The citizen who’d murdered his own family. Who had eluded so many captures my law enforcement, finally the R’Etor government had paid an outrageous sum to hire Heriot & Jadzion to assassinate the T’Antor brothers.
And in the end, Heriot had not killed his target, his mate had.
He was so proud of his female, his heart was about to burst within his chest.
Hannah looked awaywhile Heriot took care of clean up. She could tell he’d done this task many times. He had the bored look of a professional about to perform a memorized chore. He shook out a silver bag, ready to dump the body. But then he…
“What are you doing?” she wailed.
He shrugged. “I need to cut off his head and bring it back as proof for payment.”
“Oh, dear God,” she murmured. She turned because watching gave her the creeps. Pretty soon Heriot gave her the all-clear, and when she looked again, the body was gone, as if it had never existed, including the blood and the large bag. And the head was safely tucked inside a smaller silver bag with black handles. Out of sight, out of mind.
Hannah blew out a breath, relieved it was all over.
