The morning rose with vengeance, sunlight piercing Dina's eyes and aggravating her headache as the stun wore off. The boy, Percy, strange weapons left the strong imprint on her mind and forehead.
She thought of her sons and unconsciously compared them to the strange boy, mind rattling as she stood. Then she spun around, coming face to face with Viper, who had been standing there watching her.
Viper was a very plain man, someone who took his job as an assassin seriously. His honey-brown hair was cut short, complementing the harsh lines of his face and sharp eyes that tracked her slowly.
In his hand jade dagger—a widowmaker—one cut from that and she would fall to the ground foaming at the mouth.
"Why are you still alive?"
"I got shot by the kid. I begged for mercy," she said groggily. "He shot me but for some reason it didn't kill."
"I'm supposed to believe that?" He stepped closer, grip on the dagger tightening.
One of the men behind Viper let out a chuckle.
