Isolde had to be ready for her first mission. The gun, the clothes, and the plane ticket were all set. The only thing not ready, at least not in her mind, was her mental state. Because she was about to face the very woman who had sparked every fucking disaster in her life.
Of course, she wouldn't be going alone. Three of Severin's men, Dax, Ivar, and Theron, had been assigned to accompany her. Or, more accurately, to keep her on a leash.
Isolde had briefly considered using this as a chance to escape. But being shadowed by three of Severin's men, each far more skilled than she could ever hope to be—meant that thought died as soon as it was born. She wouldn't stand a chance. All she'd accomplish was getting herself screwed over even more.
If she tried and failed, those three fuckers would report it straight to Severin. And then she'd get punished again.
