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The room is suddenly very hot, despite the constant dark cloud that hangs around the school.
“The Thuvrol contract.” He shuffles some papers on his desk. “Now, you are almost ready for graduation. You have, over the years, proven yourself to be an excellent student. You have trained relentlessly, and I can confidently say that you will be one of our most…well-equipped graduates to ever leave Nakam.”
“Thank you.” My mood has deflated slightly. All this praise cannot mean anything good about my mission.
“Despite all that.” Sythar pauses and looks down at his hands. A trickle of sweat is trailing down my chest and is making its way between my breasts.There it is. He’s about to turn me down.“Despite all that, I cannot quite decide whether giving you the Thuvrol contract is the right thing to do.”
“Why not?” I decide not to beat around the bush. I don’t have time to listen to Sythar hemming and hawing all day.
“Your personal connection to the family is cause for very obvious concern. I cannot have your personal feelings interfering with a contract as big as this one.”
“So you think that I won’t be able to keep my head just because I have an ulterior motive? Would you be saying this to one of the male students?”
I smile at Sythar, who doesn’t respond right away.
I interrupt him as he is opening his mouth. “And here I thought you were a feminist.” I say this mockingly, and Sythar rolls his eyes at me before lacing his fingers together.
I have known him long enough to know that is a sign of indecision on his part.
Or he’s just annoyed with you and is forcing himself to not slap you across the room.
I don’t think Sythar would ever raise a hand to me, but I do not trust anyone, especially not the men of Protheka.
I sit back in my chair and feel the edge of the blade that I keep in an inner pocket of my trousers, rubbing against the skin of my right thigh. The pain is pleasant, mostly because I know the blade is close at hand.
“I am not hesitant about this because you’re a woman,” Sythar grumbles. “I’m hesitant because your desire for revenge is greater than anything I’ve ever seen before. I do not know how you could possibly walk into this mission with a clear head.”
I am silent as I absorb what he has said.
Well. He’s not wrong.
“And if I cannot trust that you’ll walk into this with a clear head,” Sythar continues. “Then I cannot, in good judgment, send you out into the field. That would be a risk to your life and the lives of everyone around you.”
Everyone at Nakam has been taught what happens when we get too close to the subject of our missions or contracts.
It can be bloody and brutal and very, very ugly.
This won’t turn out that way. You’ll keep a clear head. The mission is more important to you than anything else.
I prepare myself to argue, the way Sythar himself taught us in a debate class.
“Don’t you think that my knowledge and ‘connection’ to the Thuvrol family gives me the best advantage at completing this mission successfully?”
He looks at me sternly but doesn’t say anything, and I take that as an invitation to plow forward.
“I may have a more personal connection to this contract than other assassins usually have, but instead of that being a handicap, it could actually help me.”
I lean forward in my chair. It is time to make my case. Because there is no fucking way that I’m leaving this room without this mission.
“Iknowthem. I know the Thuvrols. I don’t just know their daily routines, I don’t just know the weak spots in their security. I know who they are, I know how they think, and I know how they feel about almost everything.”
Sythar nods in reluctant agreement because he knows that I am telling the truth.
“Ultimately…” Now I sit back in my chair. I let a confident smile cross my face, even though I am about to retch from pure anxiety. “I am the best candidate for this, simply because I am, as some of my peers have claimed before, obsessed with them.”
Sythar sits back in his chair and rubs his eyes. He runs a hand through his messy, ruffled hair.
“Fine,” he says after about ten minutes of silence. “You can have this mission, this contract, but...” He glares at me menacingly.
