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“You’re saying T’Antor is a criminal? That’s not…that’s not right. How would you even know that? You said you didn’t know him.”
“I don’t know him. But I’ve researched everything about T’Antor because I’m here to kill him. He’s my target.”
She sucked in a breath. “You’re here to kill him? What are you talking about?” She took a step back. “Who. Are. You? I don’t even understand why I’m trusting you. I don’t even know you. We just met. And you look…look…” She waved her hand up and down, gesturing at him.
He crooked an eyebrow. “How do I appear to you?”
“You’re dressed like you’re here to kill someone,” she hissed.
He grinned. She was adorable.
He stared into her wide, blue eyes. They had been walking slower; the group was in front of them and they were trailing behind. They’d stopped on the curve of a path with hard, flat squares under their feet to walk along. Foliage grew large and dense on either side. None of the humans could hear their conversation.
Heriot knew he had zero skills when it came to speaking with unmated females. He’d only had a few pleasure mates in the past. Quick, fumbled couplings—females witnessing his pigment transformation predicament and indicating they would enjoy providing relief. But due to his later self-selected isolation, he’d been celibate for many planetary cycles. The only female he’d spoken to regularly was his mother.
His mind searched for the right words to say to the female who would be his constant companion, the mother of his younglings, whose body would finally cure his pigment transformation… His voice softened. “You know me,” he said. “I am your mate.”
Even though she was human, he knew she felt it, too. He could smell her desire in the breeze.
“What?” she exclaimed, her eyes bright, glorious color blooming on her cheeks. “Stop. Just stop. I don’t know you. We’ve only known each other for maybe an hour. And no, you aren’t my…mate or whatever. And…why are you telling me you’re a killer? Do youwantme to be afraid of you?” She glanced at the retreating group.
“I’m an assassin,” he answered. He was proud of his profession. He and his brother were the highest-paid assassins on R’Etor. Jadzion was better at undercover work and infiltration, but Heriot was the best at long-range precision shots. He’d once shot a target, within a crowded community, at a distance of one thousand nanco. It was a universal record within the assassin society. Still unmatched. “But you have nothing to fear from me. I will protect you until my last breath,” he vowed.
Her lips twisted and her eyes sparkled, like he was telling a good joke. “An assassin?” she questioned, obviously not believing him.
His jaw clenched. The pain in his chest had migrated to his throbbing cock and down his thighs. “What do you think I am then?” he asked.
She looked him up and down. “That’s a good question. You’re hard to figure out. I can’t place your accent and I don’t know what country you’re from because you keep avoiding my question about that, which makes me think you’re hiding something. And for some reason you’re dressed like a guy from a violent action movie… So, either you’re dressed like an assassin,” she said, using quote marks in the air. “Or you’re an undercover agent from some European country?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not Earth law enforcement, and I’m not dressed like an assassin, Iaman assassin. I’m here on a mission to kill Fucyu T’Antor. Do not feel sympathy for Fucyu. I did my background work prior to accepting this hit. He is worthy of elimination. I followed his movements from my ship as he arrived. He almost killed two humans prior to stepping inside of the visitor center. He stole their small tablets and took the male’s glasses and his jacket and shoes. He placed them on as a disguise before walking inside the visitor center and meeting with you.”
“What?”
Her chest began rising and falling, those enticing breasts moving underneath her clothing. He wondered how they’d feel in his palms and how similar they were to R’Etor female breasts. His cock was throbbing. And leaking. “And Fucyu is going to…”
“T’Antor,” she huffed. “He said to call him T’Antor.”
Heriot’s brow furrowed. “T’Antor?” Why did she always insist on referring to his target this way? He’d been following her lead, using Fucyu’s secondary name, which was unnatural.
“Please, could you call him T’Antor, too?”
“Why? His name is—”
She put her hand over his mouth. “Stop. Please. Stop. The way you pronounce his name sounds exactly like a curse word in English. I can’t handle it anymore.”
A laugh burst out of his chest. Which was a nice distraction from the pain flashing through his body.
She lowered her hand. “Wait, were you trying to say earlier that minutes before I met him, T’Antor killed two people?”
“He tried to kill two humans.”
“What two people?”
“A male and a female. He assaulted a male and female human in the parking lot before entering the visitor center.”
She winced. “I…wait.” She shook her head. “This is probably a crazy question. Just a coincidence, but were they both blond?”
“They both had pale, yellow hair.”
