I had no doubts about who this may be based on the authoritative manner in which my room was shut.
Notorious Mak.
I stood up and placed the bowl of strawberries and cream on my lap as soon as he turned around. The presence of the man who appeared in every assassin's nightmare in my room left me unsure of how to respond. We had only ever heard stories up until this point; nobody had ever truly seen his face. He stood in the midst of my bedroom, with no one knowing what he even looked like.
I swore my spine was going to give out when he stared at me. His navy blue eyes appeared cold, calculating, and maybe a little vicious. They gave me a chill that covered every inch of my body, and I slowly fell back into bed.
Then he threw my crimson thong right in front of my face.
