How she uttered the last words sent shivers down my spine. But my decision was final. I wanted to live. I wanted to survive to prove to my parents that I was not as worthless as they thought.
"I am willing," I said bravely even my voice was slightly shaking.
"Mistress, she might not—"
"How can I refuse a poor girl who was thrown out by her own family? I gave her an option, Henry. It was her choice."
Then the woman looked at me again. There was no doubt she was beautiful. But her eyes, black as empty darkness, was the incarnation of horror and death.
"Welcome to the House of Spades, Elena. This is the house of assassins, and I am the mistress."
* * *
"Elena."
I didn't give Henry a glance and continued walking. He stalked me and called my name again. Because of irritation, I threw a dagger at my back without looking.
"Shit! I almost got hit! What was that for?"
