Death Of An Assassin (Saint Roch City Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
And thanks to Thomas’s affections, it’s more than just information. I gasp at the pain, and after blinking several times, my eyes water over, and I choke on the scream I can feel rising up. “Take it easy, take it easy,” a girl says to me, a thick Scottish accent coating her voice. All at once she appears over me, hair as black as midnight with the eyes to match. Her face blocks out the light that, as my eyes adjust, is not all that blinding. I blink a few more times, and she reaches out with a white cloth to dab my eyes. My mouth flaps like a beached fish’s, and she shakes her head. “Don’t speak. You’ve still got some healing to do.” She grins and reaches out to help me sit up as I struggle to do so. I’m barely clothed, wearing what looks to be a dark nightgown of some kind, and beneath that I can feel the tight bindings of bandages, gauze, and a wound that burns fierce. “Sorry about the clothes.
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