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Heriot checked his screen and tilted the display for her to view. “T’Antor has moved from the west end of the third floor to the east end.”

“You think that means he’s checked it all and come up short?”

“Yes.”

Her brow furrowed. “What will he do next?”

“He will come looking for me,” Heriot answered, and he reached forward, wiping a smear of dust off of his beautiful mate’s cheek.

She smiled up at him.

His knees weakened at the sight of those perfect lips tinted with color.

“Why?” she asked. “Why will he come looking for you? Won’t he avoid you and keep searching for the crystal?”

“He knows I will find it.”

“And he’ll try to kill you, kill us, to get it?”

“Yes. And if T’Antor finds the Illibrium first and manages to get away, billions of beings on my planet and on your planet will die because he can sell it and it will be used to create an extinction-level weapon. And they enjoy testing out their weapon on primitive planets first.”

“Oh wow. So that was your original mission, find the crystal and destroy it?”

“No, our contract is to eliminate the T’Antor brothers. It was only when I came to Earth that I realized Fucyu was almost in possession of Illibrium and the scope of my mission grew.”

“Do you get paid extra for that, for also adding on chasing down this Illibrium?”

“No,” he muttered. “I do not.” Although, he probablyshouldcharge more…

“What are you going to do to the crystal when you find it?”

“I will destroy it. Illibrium is volatile. Unstable. It is dangerous for it to be here, on your planet.”

“Hmm…” Hannah replied, as she walked away, returning to the shelves.

He lost sight of her as she stepped into another row. He turned to begin scanning a nearby rectangular stone object.

“It’s nice of you to add this on to your mission. And you’re not even getting paid to do it. I’m certain most people would steal the Illibrium for themselves…” Her voice broke off. “Hey, I just figured you out,” she gasped.

He continued to scan the objects in front of him, frowning. “Youfiguredme out?” He’d implanted human-speak into his brain before exiting the ship, but there were still slang words that did not translate. This was one of them.

She stepped back into the aisle, her eyes wide. “Yes. I’ve figured you out. You’re actually a good guy, and you just pretend to be bad!”

A growl rumbled in his chest. “Hannah, I’m an assassin.”

“I know. I know. But you’re not a bad assassin, you’re a good assassin.”

“Good assassins do not exist. I murder beings for a living. I’m paid to kill.”

“But you don’t just kill anyone, right? You only kill those who you’ve checked out and you can see need to be killed anyway because they’re bad.”

“Yes, I evaluate all targets and only choose those contracts I think are worthy of elimination.”

“And how many contracts have you said no to?”

What did this matter? They were in a hurry. T’Antor was nearby and they still had a large area to cover to look for the Illibrium. He sighed with exasperation. “I’ve said no to many contracts.”

“Fifty percent?”

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