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The
Assassin’s Daughter
The
Hybrid Chronicles
Book
One
Shana
Vernon
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: July 15,
2020
ASIN: B089452Z7J
Cover Artist: Christian Bentulan
Book Description:
I've been hiding from the Guild
since I was born.
If they knew about my magic, they
would kill me in a heartbeat.
I should be avoiding them, but
instead, I enter the Guild as a regular human recruit.
Why?
Papa went missing after a
mission, and I need answers.
I realize I might have bitten off
more than I can chew when my new instructor is the guy I kissed a few months
before.
It doesn't seem like Cade
recognizes me without my disguise, but if he does and blows the whistle, I'm as
good as dead and so is Papa.
Exclusive Bewitching Excerpt:
I watched them disappear through
the doorway and turned back to the staircase to head downstairs. Halfway down,
the man who Master Abbott had instructed to do my background check entered
through one of the other levels and began walking up the stairs in my
direction.
What was his
name? Sanders.
With
only a few steps before
we passed each other, the coolness from my invisibility vanished and I popped back
into view without any warning. The man jumped back, his eyes widening before
withdrawing a blade from the sheath on his waist.
We both paused and anticipated each other’s movements.
“I know you.
You’re that foster girl. How did you do that?” he asked, his tone suspicious.
“I manifested my gift,” I replied, my eyes roaming over his body, looking for
additional
weapons.
I saw a long blade across his back and a gun strapped to his thigh.
Thankfully,
he hadn’t instinctively drawn his gun, otherwise, It would have been harder to
incapacitate him.
“What do you think you are doing
in this area? Initiates aren’t allowed here,” his baritone voice cut through
the space between us.
“I had a meeting with Master
Abbott,” I said, not caring that he would have been able to find out that was a
lie since there was no way I could let him live now. He’d seen my invisibility
and had caught me sneaking around. I just really hoped this guy wasn’t one of
the good ones Papa had told me about.
He looked me up and down,
undressing me with his eyes before grinning. “Well, maybe we can come to some
kind of understanding and I won’t look too closely into that obvious lie you
just told.”
Yuck. I’m
literally covered in blood. How does he find me attractive right now?
I straightened
my back, suddenly determined I was making the right decision, jumped down the
stairs and kicked the blade out of his hand. He tumbled down the steps and lay
sprawled on the landing, clutching his leg, which sat at an awkward angle.
“You bitch!” he
spat. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
I clambered to
pick up his dropped blade as he pulled out his gun, pointing it to my heart.
I knew without a
doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. There was no way I could
have thrown the knife before the bullet would have hit its mark.
Inside my mind, I could hear Papa
scrutinizing each mistake I had made with agonizing detail, reminding me to
think strategically and telling me that nobody in the real world would hold
their punches.
I
couldn’t breathe. This could not be the end for me. I was not going to die
alone in this staircase because of such an amateur mistake. I wasn’t ready to
die yet, this couldn’t be my time. I still needed to rescue Papa and help him
take down Master Abbott, but it seemed like the world had another plan for me.
Adrenalin pumped through my veins as I looked death in the face and a warmth
spread throughout my body. I instinctively raised
my hands and a concussive glowing force erupted from
them and slammed into him, pushing him into the wall.
I knelt and scooped up the knife
that I had inadvertently dropped, and slowly walked toward his crumpled figure
on the floor. He was barely breathing, his chest moving up and down sluggishly.
His eyes met mine and they silently pleaded with me not to do it as I raised
the knife and brought it down, penetrating his heart. I waited while his limp
hand fell to the cold, hard tile and the light left his eyes.
About
the Author:
Shana Vernon is a full-time
writer and mother of triplet boys.
When she isn't writing or taking
care of her kiddos, she is reading, exercising, experimenting with cooking, or
traveling around the world.
Website: https://www.shanavernon.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorShanaV
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