The remaining assassins paused, their dead eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated shock. They had been briefed that the Vanguard Madam was a formidable general, but they had expected a woman weighed down by heavy banquet robes, exhausted from a long night, and easy to overwhelm with numbers.
They had absolutely no idea they had just locked themselves in a dark room with a monster.
Heena slowly stood up straight, flicking her wrists. The fresh blood splattered onto the dusty floor in a perfect, arching line. The elegant, theatrical grace she had displayed during her dance in the Great Hall was completely gone. This was the real Vanguard martial arts. Ugly, brutal, and flawlessly efficient.
"Well?" Heena asked, a dark, blood-chilling smile curving her lips as she looked at the remaining nine assassins. "Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to show me what the Prime Minister's money bought?"
