All Chapters of The Assassin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My mother never came for me. I heard her voice, she told me to hold on, that she was trying to get me out of here, but she never came. Of course, I don’t know if that was one day ago or one year ago. I’ve been inside for as long as I can remember, strapped here and only smelling the air outside when they move me. After I killed several of the humans who were participating in my hell, they covered my eyes. Now, I haven’t seen anything or anyone in who knows how long. What I do know is when my mother saw me, she told Oliver that I was too small and he needed to feed me more than he was. Since he wants me to be some sort of killing machine for him, he listened, and I’ve been growing at an amazing rate. This is good and bad. It’s good because I’m getting stronger and the DNA of my aunt, the water dragon, and the fire dragon are absorbing into my body, making me even stronger. Most dragons can breathe fire, but now, my fire is hotter than anything on this planet. I’m biding my time befor

Avani takes off to get his mate and presumably to get Zephyr’s sister and the good doctor. I have no idea what is going on inside Zephyr’s head, but I know that killing those shifters has made a mess of her psyche. While he’s gone, I begin cutting the ropes off of Zephyr. “You shouldn’t have done this, Ishir. You should have killed me,” she says, and her voice is so broken, so sad that it hurts my heart. “No, Zephyr. I told you, you are mine. I’ll take you however I can get you,” I say, leaning over and hugging her snout, realizing that I can understand her now that I’m her rider. As soon as she submitted to me, my body began healing. I’m thankful because I’m going to need every ounce of strength I have to help heal my mate, not just physically, but also mentally. “They’ll kill Ancalagon now. He told me that I had to kill them to keep Ancalagon alive. But I know you won’t let me continue the killing.” “No, I won’t. Not only because you are killing innocents, but also because it’s

Tigers are solitary creatures, we’re not pack animals like the wolves, and we don’t have the expansive brain capacity of the dragons, so being inside Zephyr’s mind is a completely new experience for me. It’s a bit overwhelming because I’ve never shared my mind space with someone, but the tiger in me loves the adoration that my dragon is feeling towards me. There’s no pretense, no hiding her feelings. The woman loves me with every ounce of her being and I’m man enough, cat enough, to want to bask in her devotion. And soon, I will. But for now, she needs me, and her mind is a fragile, almost childlike place at the moment. So, I will treat my ferocious dragon with kid gloves until she’s strong enough to tell me to back off. I’m talking to Avani and Cedric, reassuring Cedric that Zephyr is okay and not going to kill anymore when I hear the voices in Zephyr’s head. It’s almost like someone took the volume dial and turned it from mute to full blast in a second. I didn’t realize my snarl wa

While I’ve become accustomed to being in Zephyr’s mind, it’s still strange hearing that prick, Oliver, through her mind as he talks to my mate. I can feel Zephyr fighting me when I tell her walk away, but I know terrorists and Oliver is nothing more than a low-level terrorist. I’ve had enough of him running the show and bullying my dragon into doing things that she would never have done on her own. When he calls Zephyr back, I feel her relax, and I can feel through our bond that her trust in me increased. I need that, I want that. Eventually, I want her to believe in me and listen to what I have to say because she trusts me, not because I’m forcing it. We’re not there yet, but we’re getting there. I’m on the verge of bursting into the room to get her out of there and away from him, when thankfully, she listens to me and walks out. It would not be helpful to Ancalagon or Zephyr if Oliver realized that I was alive and Zephyr was no longer under his control. One week. That’s the timefr

We found him, we finally found Ancalagon! I don’t understand why my son smells like all of the elements, but I don’t care. I’ll worry about that once I have him away from here and safely with me again. Ishir told me to stay with him and thankfully, he’s hunting Oliver and going after Ancalagon. The three of us, Avani, Merethyl and I, follow Ishir through several tunnels, finally getting to a steal door that is locked tight. Ishir puts his nose in the air, and I connect with his mind, smelling the scents that he smells. Hunters, scientists, Ancalagon and other scents, the scents of shifters and supernaturals, but the scents are off. Very, very off. This must be another lair where they have been doing experiments with shifters and supernaturals. He turns and looks at us. “Are you ready? Once we go in, the fight is on.” “Ready,” Avani and I say together. Merethyl nods and Ishir turns back to the door, his giant hands turning into paws with huge claws, and he slams them against the do