"You should have let me die," Tavia rasped one night, her hand hovering over a concealed dagger. "My contract doesn't expire just because you're kind."
The shift was slow, like the thawing of a northern winter. She taught him how to see the hidden exits in a room; he taught her that words could hold more power than blades. But as the King’s health failed and Artos’s enemies gathered at the gates, Tavia’s old life came knocking. Her guild demanded the Prince’s head, or they would take hers. Download Prince and Assassin Tavia Lark epub
Standing in the moonlit courtyard where they first met, Tavia drew her blade—not pointing it at the Prince, but standing firmly between him and the darkness. "You should have let me die," Tavia rasped
Artos didn't flinch. He simply set a bowl of broth on the table. "A contract requires a willing hand, Tavia. You aren't a weapon; you're a person who has been used as one." But as the King’s health failed and Artos’s
"The contract is void," she whispered, her voice echoing with a newfound sovereignty. "I am no longer the Assassin. And he is more than a Prince." In that moment, the hunt ended, and a rebellion began.