Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.
Jennifer EstepHope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever had. Ah, hope. Sometimes, I really hated it.
Jennifer EstepWhat was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.
Jennifer EstepAll I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.
Jennifer EstepI looked at Bria. โHow do you put up with him?โ Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. โShe puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,โ he smirked. โFlexible too.โ I groaned. โI did not need to hear those last two.
Jennifer EstepHey, are you okay?โhe asked โNickamedes told me what happened with Preston. He and the others were worried about you. Theyโre out looking for you, along with Daphne, Carson, and Oliver.โI let out a bitter laugh.โI must have really freaked them out if Nickamedes was worried about me.
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