89

Asher

It’s colder than a grave as the snow falls, muffling the world.

This weather is fitting. Dark deeds are best done in conditions like this.

I park my car about half a mile from Yannick’s house. It should be ignored on the street the way any other car would be, especially after nightfall. Plus, the drifts of snow will disguise it. Every car is going to look the same under the thick white blankets soon enough.

Taking a page from Mila’s book, I’ve dressed in pure black, from my jacket to my boots. Moving like her is more of a challenge. Even if my leg injury wasn’t sending a dull ache that forced me not to put my full weight on it, I could never slip as silently as she does through the shadows.

I don’t need to be an assassin. I just need to bust inside without getting caught first.

Yannick might have multiple guards around his property. I’ve considered what I’ll do if I’m up against too many targets—which is a strong possibility. If I act quickly and covertly, I might manage to kill