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Siantis’s own ability rivalled my own, and we often fought with each other for right and wrong. I beat him, and gave him the chance to change but when he didn’t I left, wanting no part with him.”
    “I’ll leave you to him then, while the rest of us search for Alara.”
    Nikalye nodded and led the way.
    Three hours of walking in painful silence, interrupted only when Xiathor gasped and collapsed to his knees in pain, and they’d finally arrived at their destination. The Assassins Guild appeared to be an old storage building, ready for demolishing, but Tyroz knew better. The assassins wouldn’t keep their organisation in plain sight where creatures seeking revenge could find them—their secret hideout was deep underground, with all the privacy they could need.
    But not everyone had someone as talented as Nikalye with them.
    “They will be heavily guarded—be ready to fight,” Ziahzu told everyone.
    “No one awaits us, Assassin. All is clear beyond the walls of that building,” Nikalye murmured as he strode forward, pulling his twin blades from their sheaths.
    Tyroz followed close behind and motioned for Ziahzu and Saugner to circle around the building and search for any creatures waiting to ambush them.
    Nikalye quietly pushed open the door and searched the room before stepping inside. The room was spacious and empty. The large windows smashed and most boarded up. All the storage unit doors were open and also empty but that didn’t surprise Tyroz. The assassins wouldn’t keep things where wonderers could come across them.
    “Guardian, do you know the location of the door?” Apart from the one they stepped through, there were no doors within the room.
    Without a word, Nikalye strode across the room and to a thick iron post stuck up from the middle of the floor. He felt around for a second until there was an audible click, and the floor around him shifted and spun, spiralling down and away, opening up into a large staircase that took up most of the floor.
    Tyroz was impressed.
    Nikalye descended first, Tyroz followed and the others—apart from Xiathor—brought up the rear. They met no one on the stairs, and when it opened out into a large and luxurious room, filled with leather chairs and settees, large portraits, crystal chandeliers and exotic rugs, no one jumped out at them and tried to kill them.
    Something isn’t right.
    From above, Xiathor groaned and gasped. “Hu…rry…the pain is…get…getting worse!”
    “Hold on,” Nikalye called back up.
    They spread out, searching the entire room thoroughly before meeting at a large arch with stone steps that led further underground.
    “We will deal with the assassins,” Nikalye told Tyroz. “You find Alara and get her to safety. She is your number one priority, do you understand?”
    He did. Nikalye wasn’t calling him weak, or a coward. The fact he’d come this far showed his dedication to the woman. But Alara was his bonded mate, and if anything happened to her, it would destroy him.
    Nikalye wanted to prevent that—they’d both seen what can happen to the strongest of creatures when their bonded mate no longer lived.
    “Alara is my number one priority.” And he would kill the bastards that hurt her.
     
    “Trap!”
    Tyroz took out the vampire attacking him and spun around, ready for another. He’d known it was a trap long before the alarm. The assassins were too ready, too prepared. They knew they were coming.
    “Saugner!” he yelled, sinking his sword into the vampire’s stomach. He met his eyes when he strode into the room. “Lead them to safety, I’ll get Alara!”
    The vampire’s eyes flashed. “As you wish.” He turned and exited the room.
    Tyroz turned to the others. “Fall back!” Instantly, they surrounded him as he strode from the room, protecting his back.
    Saugner stood facing a group of assassin’s when Tyroz and his men walked up to him. Suddenly, the entire room of assassin’s fell to the floor, screaming in pain and