Ezzy

The Assassin Who Stole His Revenge

She was supposed to be dead by now — and so were her feelings. Silara Voss has outrun every blade the empire has sent after her. She dissolves into rivers, vanishes into fog, leaves nothing behind but the faint scent of rain. She is a ghost. She is a weapon. She is guilty of everything except the one crime that matters. But the man hunting her is not like the others. He is relentless, brilliant, and burning with a grief she recognizes — because she carries the same wound. And tonight, in a rain-drenched courtyard where she had every chance to disappear, she didn't. She stayed. She doesn't know why yet. That terrifies her more than his sword.