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for his presence. He did everything that I did not have a clue how to go about doing.  Samael employed a private undertaker that he called upon when one of his Assassin’s met their end. Roland contacted him and made arrangements for him to collect Samael and cremate his remains. The undertaker came and retrieved the body and returned a porcelain urn with his ashes to us a few short hours later. Roland also got word to the other people who would need  to be alerted of the Assassin Guild Master’s demise. I wished he would have waited on that part. I tried to leave before Samael’s inner circle of the men he trusted most within the guild arrived but Roland would not hear of it. He rather adamantly insisted that I remain even going as far as pulling the guilt card and telling me Samael’s wishes in the event of his death were for me to be around for the meeting that was to come. I should have been able to say to hell with Samael and his wishes. He never cared about mine or me, but I couldn’t. The sacrifice he made for me in the end proved that at least some part of him did.
                  A knock sounded at the front door and I knew it was time. The cavalry that I so did not want to deal with right then had arrived. I stood from my spot behind Samael’s desk in the study he used to receive visitors. Zander stood with me.
                  “Of course you didn’t waste any time taking up position at Samael’s desk. Move. You don’t belong there,” one of the men I hated most in this world spat at me as he entered the room.
                  Zahir was Samael’s second in command who had never agreed with Samael taking me in and grooming me into one of them. He exhibited all of the charming qualities of a chauvinistic, sexist pig. Samael bequeathed him the duty of overseeing my training and each day he made every attempt to literally beat me into the ground while reminding me over and over again of three things--women were only good for lying on their backs, a girl had no business being an assassin, and I could never cut it as one. I enjoyed proving him wrong day in and day out. As a fae my strength and reflexes were superior to any human male. The fact that I bested him during every one of our training sessions only made him loathe me more. There was no love lost on my end either. I hated him just as much. Samael was the only reason one of us had yet to try and kill the other.
                  I had no desire to move into Samael’s position as Guild Master but I would never pass up an opportunity to goad Zahir.  “I think I’ll stay exactly where I am,” I responded folding my arms over my chest.
                  He walked over to the desk and placed his hands on its surface pressing down on it with his weight. “Move. Now. I won’t say it again,” he threatened.
                  Zander moved closer to my side. “I suggest you take a step back.” He kept his voice even but a struggle for control played out within the depths of his eyes.
                  Zahir spared Zander a glance before quickly dismissing him as a non-threat.
    His mistake . I’d seen Zander fight. He was every bit as lethal as I was.
    Zahir’s mouth twitched at the corners. “It is just like a woman to require a man to fight her battles.”
                  “Everyone in this room knows Skyler can take you with one hand tied behind her back. Hell probably both.” Kade’s laugh echoed off of the walls of the enclosed space as he entered the room.
                  I loathed Zahir with every fiber of my being but I was looking forward to seeing my ex-sometimes-sort-of-boyfriend again even less than I was him. Kade and I hadn’t parted on good terms the last time I saw him. I still had a score to settle with him, which is why he should not have been surprised when a blade flew across the room and lodged itself just below his collarbone.