Description : Born of Night
“I quit The League tonight.”
Dr. Sheridan Belask paused at the deep, thickly accented voiceing out of the darkest corner of his office. He looked up from the electronic medical files he was reviewing on top of his obsidian glass desk, but couldn’t see even the smallest trace of the man hidden in the shadows.
He was used to that.
As a trained League assassin, Nykyrian Quiakides was literally one with the blackest night. No one ever saw himing or going.
They only felt the sting of death as he dealt it to them.
Even though Sheridan was a doctor sworn to save any life he could, this brutal killer was the only man he’d ever trusted at his back and with his family.
Or more to the point, the only man he’d ever trusted with the most deeply held secrets of a past he’d been running from his whole life.
“You can’t quit. You can only retire.” A euphemism that meant ritual suicide whenever assassin duties became more than a League solider could mentally bear or their bodies became too scarred or too damaged to carry out their missions any longer.
No one voluntarily left The League.
Nykyrian stepped out of the shadows so that the dim light highlighted the white blond hair that was braided down his back—an assassin’s mark of honor. His solid, flat black battle suit hugged every sharp curve of his well-muscled body. The outline of daggers were embroidered in dark blood red down the sleeves—the only external designation an assassin bore. Nykyrian’s daggers held a crown above each hilt, letting the universe know he...