The carriage ran through the busy night streets of Swamp Creek. The ride was a bit bumpy, but that was the least of the princess's problems. Evelyn bowed like a knight to introduce herself.
She was not a knight in the perfect sense but an assassin. What was he thinking? Was he suspicious of her from the start? Abrielle wondered, her hand gripping her silk dress to control her nervousness.
Not only did he assign an assassin to keep an eye on her but the second strongest person among his elite squad. Cedric's hand-picked and trained men were given numbers according to their strength, with Elias being number one.
It was a secret unit hidden away from the King's eye. What left Abrielle devastated was the fact Evelyn was shadow 2 seconds in strength to Elias and probably Cedric's strongest assassin.
