Death, however, had different plans.

You're going soft. He hated those words, because he was the biggest and strongest of all Death's assassins. That he came from the mortal world rather than the Immortal one had left a taint on him that no amount of success could get rid of. He suspected Death always thought him weaker despite service that had been, until now, flawless.

He gathered the tools of the trade, weapons for killing quickly this time, and stepped through the portal to the shadow world. If he tried, he'd be able to locate his target and track her as she moved until she was dead-dead. Instead, he emerged from the shadow world into the center of the Caribbean Sanctuary. He knew she wasn't there, and the longer she stayed away, the more time he had to think about what to do. He went to a dark corner in the cafeteria to wait.

She'd be safe, as long as she stayed away.




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