From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter comes a new story in her Lords of the Underworld seriesβ¦
Fox is a demon-possessed immortal with many talents.
–Ability to open portalsβcheck
–Power to kill the most dangerous Sent Onesβcheck
–Scare away any man who might want to date herβmate
Now, the keeper of Distrust has been marked for death, a winged assassin with rainbow-colored eyes tracking her every move, determined to avenge the males she accidentally decimated. If only she could control the desire to rip off his clothesβ¦
Bjorn is a fierce warrior with many complications.
–Tragic, torture-filled pastβcheck
–A wife he was forced to wed, who is draining his life forceβcheck
–Ever-intensifying desire for the enigmatic Foxβmate
Never has he hesitated to exterminate an evil being. Until now. The sharp-tongued female with a shockingly vulnerable heart tempts him in ways no one else ever has, threatening his iron control.
But, as Fate itself seems to conspire against the unlikely pair, both old and new enemies emerge. And Fox and Bjorn must fight to survive.
And learn to loveβ¦
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter comes a new story in her Lords of the Underworld series. Read a sneak peek from THE DARKEST ASSASSIN, out tomorrow!
What have I done?Β What the hell have I done?
Vision blurry and ears ringing, Fox the Executioner stumbled around the ancient, crumbling temple.Β This was a warzone.Β She needed to focus butβ¦ So dizzy.Β
How many enemies waited nearby?Β Hoping to ward off an attack, she waved her short swords wildly, metal whistling.Β A cool wind blustered past the templeβs pillars, the warm, wet blood that coated her hands and dripped down her arms chilling in an instant.
She had portaled here only minutes before andβ¦andβ¦she had gone into some kind of trance and murderedβ¦sheβd killedβ¦ A cry of distress parted her lips.Β Sheβd killed ten demon assassins known as Sent Ones. Β Immortals whoβd been bound and utterly helpless.
Innocents.Β
Killing wasnβt new to her.Β For centuries, people had paid her big bucks to slay their targets.Β As an equal opportunity assassin, she always welcomed a chance to take out liars, perverts, thieves, abusers, and cheaters. Even fellow exterminators.Β And she never failed to complete the job.Β No dead body meant no payment.Β No payment, no happiness.
Money was her source of life, and she always wanted more.
As a child, Fox had tasted the horrors of destitution.Β Without shelter, you were vulnerable to predators as much as the elements.Β Without food, you were rendered weak. Too weak to defend yourself. Without water and clean clothes, you were stripped of your humanity.Β Never again.Β Sheβd learned to save backup money for her backup moneyβs backup money.
Today, however, she would earn no fee for her kills and derive no satisfaction from taking out bad men.Β The Sent Ones had been good.Β They had not deserved death.Β And yet, the moment sheβd spotted them, something dark and insidious had overtaken her.Β Sheβd attacked.
Something?Β Like she really had to wonder where to cast the blame.Β Not too long ago, the demon of Distrust had possessed her, and sheβd let him.Β Hell, sheβd welcomed him.Β Her people lived to the ripe old age of five thousand, never any longer.Β As sheβd neared the end, sheβd sought true immortality.
That was her first mistake.
Her second?Β Considering herself too strong-minded to be influenced by her dark companion.
Now, crazed, gleeful laughter rumbled in the back of her mind, disrupting her thoughts.
Fox dropped her swords, a clang reverberating.Β Still stumbling about, she fisted her hands and punched her temples.Β Anything to make the hated laughter stop.Β But it didnβt stop.Β It never would.Β Evil didnβt play by any rules.Β It lied, cheated, stole, abused and murdered, the very things sheβd spent centuries fighting against.
Worse than the laughter, the whispers.Β The demon enjoyed wafting his poison into her mind, little suspicions quickly ballooning into huge over-reactions.
She lies, kill herβ¦ He is setting you up for a fall, kill himβ¦ They cannot be trusted, kill themβ¦
Today had been no different.Β The Sent Ones hunt the demon-possessed, kill themβ¦
A shudder nearly rocked her off her feet.Β She should not have portaled here.Β But, sheβd wanted to help her best friend and mentor, Galen, whoβd hoped to save the woman he loved from a cloned god.Β Long story.Β The unarmed Sent Ones had occupied a far corner, as still as statues, locked in some sort of trance.
The next thing sheβd knownβ¦ sheβd moved through their ranks, decapitating each and every warrior.Β No one had fought back or even ducked.
I canβt be trusted anymore.Β If she were to inadvertently harm her friends, because of her demonβs whispersβ¦
Horror consumed her in an instant.Β Wonβt risk their lives.Β The time had come.Β After spending five thousand years with Galen, she needed to ditch him.
Ready to sob, she planted her heels, going still, then blinked to clear her vision.Β She would return home, pack a bag, and go.Β A hot tear trickled down her cheek.Β I donβt want to go.
As she wrapped her arms around her middle, the temple crystalized.Β A bloodstained altar, and a golden throne.Β The tree that had grown through the marble floor.Β Where were her frienβ
Firm hands settled on her shoulders and squeezed.Β An enemy?
Distrust did his thing, whispering, Kill him before he kills you.Β Kill him now, now, now.
No!Β Not again.Β Never again.Β Heart thudding, Fox wrenched free, but she didnβt dart off.Β Not yet.Β Not until she knew the maleβs identity.
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