My hands shake as I stare at the corpse on Aiden's study floor. The Winter's Blade operative who had been completely invisible to me lies twisted and broken, his neck bent at an impossible angle.
"You just killed a Grade A assassin," I whisper, unable to keep the tremor from my voice. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
Aiden stands over the body with chilling calmness, not even breathing hard. "I eliminated a threat. Nothing more."
"Nothing more?" I step closer, pointing at the dead man. "This isn't some street thug or martial artist you can just dispose of! Winter's Blade will send their entire organization after you for this!"
He turns those cold, dark eyes on me. "Let them come."
The casual indifference in his voice sends ice through my veins. I've worked alongside some of the most dangerous killers in the world, but Aiden Knight operates on a completely different level.
