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“I’d say it’s the best thing to do. May as well get it over with. The more you wait, the more nervous you’ll be.”
He turns to face Callista as my friend seemingly studies him. “Thank you for arranging the transport. Let me get the door for you.”
Callista shoots a sidelong glance at him as he walks by her, then darts her gaze to me.
“Quite the gentleman you’ve bagged.”
I explain everything to her during the trip, with Denve occasionally adding in details here and there. Callista listens with intent, nodding and asking questions. When the story is all said and done, she leans back in her seat.
“So, just to summarize… Salina, you went there to kill Denve, fell in love with him, found out Ocuri was still alive, then you both killed him and got mated? I’d say you made the right move in going for that contract.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle. “I suppose I did.”
“She’s good,” says Denve, looking at me with a proud smile. “By no means am I an easy target, but there’s plenty of times she could have killed me. Hell, maybe more than I’m aware of.”
I pat his leg.
“Just watch your back,” I joke.
“She’s a feisty one, though I’m sure you already knew that,” says Callista. “We’re pulling into Nakam now, are you ready Salina?”
“No, but I don’t exactly have a choice.”
Prying eyes are shot our way by passers by as we tread through the halls of Nakam, Callista leading the way to Sythar’s office. We come to his door.
“He’s expecting you, so good luck.”
I lay my hand on the doorknob, knowing that whatever happens next will be life changing. Whether it’ll be for the better or worse remains to be seen. I draw myself up and step through into his office with a confident stride, Denve following behind me.
Sythar looks up from his desk and rises to his feet. His eyes dart straight to Denve, seemingly ignoring me. He walks around his desk, his full height and stature revealing itself. The minotaur walks straight up to him.
Instinctively, my hand shoots to my sheathed dagger, though I would never dream of drawing it on the head of our organization. Denve remains unbothered, their gaze leveled with each other before Sythar finally extends his hand forward.
“I’ve never shaken hands with a dark elf,” he booms.
“Nor have I with a minotaur.”
Sythar’s gaze runs up and down my mate before he faces me, finally acknowledging my presence.
“Salina, only someone such as you is capable of finding an unorthodox way of completing a mission.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
At my reply, Sythar raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. He huffs as he turns away but not before I catch a glint of amusement in his eye.
“So,” he says as he takes his seat. “I suppose you’re wondering about your fate here at Nakam.”
“I haven’t been able to get it off my mind,” I tell him. “But I will accept your judgment.”
“Salina, I’m going to give you a choice between three options.”
I step forward, my hands dropping to my side. This is where my fate will be decided.
“Option one, you leave Nakam and continue your life with Denve elsewhere, so long as you don’t carry out vigilante work,” he says, tapping his nose. “We have eyes everywhere.”
I glance at Denve then back at my boss.
“Option two, you continue living life as an assassin here, so long as Denve’s presence doesn’t interfere with your work or your ability to leave for missions. Option three, you can remain here as a teacher.”
