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prefer, I can find a human to deliver you."

    She considered him for a moment. Maybe it would be safer to have a human escort.

    Kiara lowered her gaze down his body, admiring the casual pose. His tight, leather pants
    emphasized the muscled thighs beneath. Her blood ignited. Never had she been so
    attracted to a man. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she decided she could tolerate him long
    enough to return her.

    "No, I trust you." Kiara smiled.

    "Not wise. I'm not trustworthy," he cautioned, sending a wave of apprehension and curiosity over her.

    Their exchange was curtailed as Mira returned, the battlesuit draped over her shoulder.
    "Oh Nykyrian," she said in startled alarm. "I didn't know you were here."

    Kiara noted Mira's obvious discomfort.

    "I'll wait outside," he said, moving to the door.

    Mira's frown followed him.

    As soon as he was gone, Kiara drew the bed veil to one side and stepped from the bed.
    Her toes curled away from the chilly floor. "You don't like him?" she asked.

    Mira jumped as if she had stepped on her foot. "No," she said in a rush. "It's not that. It's just . . . He's just ... a little odd, I guess." Mira handed her the suit.

    Kiara admitted there was something about him that unsettled her as well. "Who is he?"

    "Nykyrian ..." Mira paused, her brows knitted. "I have forgotten his last name, very few ever use it. He has a dislike for it."

    "How peculiar."

    "Yes it is." Mira leaned closer and whispered, "He's a renegade League Assassin."

    Kiara's heart stilled. "I didn't think the League allowed their assassins to leave."

    Mira shook her head gravely. "They don't. Nykyrian's the only one to ever leave who
    managed to live beyond a week. I've heard it whispered he was some kind of decorated
    hero."

    Kiara frowned. A hero? "Why did he leave?"

    Mira shook her head. "No one knows for sure. He keeps to himself, almost never speaks
    even when spoken to." Mira sighed. "Actually, most people around here tend to avoid
    him because he's hybrid."

    Kiara's frown deepened. "Hybrid what?"

    "Half human, half Andarion."

    "How odd."

    "Hmmm," Mira mumbled. "I'm sure you'll be fine alone with him. He's the best scout the OMG has."

    Kiara digested Mira's gossip as she toyed with the sleeve of her battlesuit. "He doesn't kill anymore?"

    "No, at least not to my knowledge." Mira held her hand out to Kiara. "Enough gossip. It's been a great pleasure meeting you, Miss Biardi. I wish you success with your new show."

    Smiling, Kiara took Mira's warm, velvety hand and gave a short, smart shake. "It's been
    an honor to meet you, Mira. Thank you for your kindness. If you ever want to come to
    the new show, just give me a call and I'll leave you a pass at the door."

    "Thank you. I just might do that." Mira's eyes were bright with friendship as she took her leave.

    Quickly, Kiara exchanged her gown for the black battlesuit. After she finished lacing the
    front, she opened the door and entered the corridor to meet her escort. Nykyrian pushed
    himself away from the far wall.

    Kiara blushed as she realized how disheveled she appeared to him. She glanced down at
    the suit. Obviously designed for a man, it trailed to the ground and fit her like a large
    sack. Heaven only knew what her face looked like after the way Chenz had played
    Griball with it.

    Her dance promoters would definitely abandon her if they ever glimpsed her in such a
    state. How many times had they told her she was an image and her image must always be
    preserved.

    Well, it couldn't be helped.

    Recovering her lost vanity with a shake of her head, she looked back at her escort.

    "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice reverberating in her mind, scorching her with its rich, refined tone.

    Kiara licked her lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss a dangerous assassin.

    She had heard many tales about the League's most prized soldiers. They were a free lot,
    trained to kill political targets and jealously protected as the League's most