Had she ever been attracted to Fitz? She thought probably not. She’d led him a merry dance. She recalled long nights in his arms, gaining his trust, convincing him that she was interested in his wealth and power, when in truth she found him cold and disdainful.
She wasn’t afraid of being caught. Like all good assassins, many successful hits had trained her to act quickly with a sharp blade and be off.
As usual, however, she left her business card in his pocket: E. Bennett, Murderesses Inc..