Chapter 67

The voice was soft, yet it carried a cold desolation that chilled the soul of anyone it targeted.

One of the Qartheen assassins from the Guild of Regret raised a hand to her temple and drew forth a slender silver needle sharp enough to pierce a heart.

The other removed a jade bracelet from her wrist, lightly twisted it—click—and a hidden clasp gave way, neatly splitting the bracelet into two symmetrical halves.