Chapter 6

Phoenix mind quickly went into attack mode as she flipped her harasser over her shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor. She was ready to land a smashing blow onto his face when she realized it was Garrett. She sighed and offered her hand to help him up.

"Why is it that every time we see each other, you end up hurting me?" He asked as he rubbed his aching shoulder.

She rolled her emerald eyes, "Maybe it's because I don't like you."

"Ha! That's impossible. I have seen you staring at me from afar, lovely lady, and I know you desire me."

She laughed and gave him a friendly punch, which hurt more than it was supposed to, "Where did you get that? A poetry book?"

Garrett straightened himself out, "Perhaps I just made it up one lonely night while thinking of you."

She huffed and began walking away. However, Garrett seemed to have other ideas, as he ran to catch up with Phoenix.

"Wait, I do have something to tell you, something of the utmost importance."

The killer did not stop, but her arched eyebrow shot up with interest, "Continue Colonel."

"It's Lieutenant, Madame Assassin."

She snorted but beckoned him to continue. "Your family was brutally attacked and murdered, this you know."

Phoenix's head was cast down, her silky hair falling over her shoulder, hiding her tears, "Yes, I know I was there. Robbers came, burning, pillaging, raping, and destroying everything. I never understood why it was us. We were not the richest nobles in the kingdom."

"No, and the leader of the group knew this well. And they were not after money my green eyed fox." Garrett said carefully. "They were after something much more precious."

Sieglinde died in the ashes of her home, her friends, and her family. Lying among the ruins a new creature was born, one that came from grief and ashes. Like a bird born of the ashes of its old self, Phoenix rose with a purpose. Death…

"Phoenix, the man in the chains is not the leader of the notorious group that destroyed your life. It is the man holding the keys to his, and your, freedom who led it."

At first the Phoenix said nothing, then, in a barely audible voice, she whispered, "Then he shall die."

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Rordan was not a cocky man, not in the least. He just considered himself to be confident, and rightly so. With good looks and a mouth dripping with sugar and sweet compliments, the Lennoxian ruler was a favorite among the ladies. Well, all except one lady, one assassin to be exact. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Her tan, soft looking skin, almond shaped green eyes with ridiculously long lashes that made them even more sensuous, and lips that looked like it could pleasure many parts of the males' anatomy, Phoenix was the perfect woman.

As he fantasized about her slender, voluptuous body, Garrett entered the room, "She isn't feeling well, majesty, and sends her condolences."

"Well, I suppose my little fiery bird gets sick every now and then. Have the gardener send her lilacs and roses to make her feel better."

Yes, Garrett thought, she is sick. Sick with anger and blood lust! The woman is stark raving mad, and no one can stop her once she sets her mind to something.

Just then a scream rang out and a soldier burst into the room, "Pardon me, highness, but a prisoner has just escaped, and you will not like who it is."

"My good soldier, just tell me. It can not be that upsetting."

"It your leverage, the man who killed the assassin's family. And from my guess, he is gonna' finish the job he started."

And then another scream was heard, but this one was strangely familiar and throaty. It came from the throat of a beautiful killer, one who was, from the sound of it, in terrible danger…

R&R

Shanice