The Woman Who Came to Kill
Nova's gaze narrowed as she searched the darkness. The alleyway before them appeared exactly as it had moments prior, but something felt wrong. The kind of quiet that wasn't vacant—but crowded with breath being held.
Leon's hand slid behind his back, fingers grazing the hilt of the concealed dagger beneath his clothing. His voice came low.
"Do you feel that?"
Nova nodded once. "We're being watched."
And then— A flash of movement. A glint of silver cut through the darkness. Quick. Deadly.
A dagger— A whisper of metal slicing through air.
Nova spun reflexively, her gaze catching the flash of metal glinting through the moonlight—a dagger, hurled swiftly and with lethal aim.
Her body reacted on instinct. She swung sideways, barely in time for the blade to skim past her ribs by inches. It hit the stone wall behind her with a sudden clink, burying itself in the rock.
Leon's arm shot up in front of her. "You okay?"
