IVAR'S ESCAPE, book 2 in the Assassins of Gravas series by N.J. Walters, is out TODAY!
Gravas, Book 2
Ivar el Gravaso—a
prince of Gravas—wakes in a prison cell with no idea how he got there or even who
he is. If his captor can’t get answers from Ivar, his days are numbered. When a
strange woman sneaks into the prison and promises to get him out, he’s
suspicious. Is this nothing more than another trick by his captor or is she
truly there to help?
Delphi is an assassin sent by the Gravasian government to infiltrate the space pirate stronghold of Tortuga in search of the missing prince. She finds a prisoner who is well-spoken, knowledgeable, and ready to fight, even though he has no idea who he is. He might be her target. It’s difficult to tell due to his ragged appearance. But no way can she leave him behind, no matter who he is.
She struck the match and touched the flame to the wick.
He exploded from the pallet and lunged. She scrambled away, her
back hitting the cell door behind her. Shit, he was fast. If it hadn’t been for
her training, he’d have his hands around her neck right now.
Miraculously, the light hadn’t gone out. The candle was on its
side. The large male grabbed it and pulled it inside, giving her a good look at
His hair was long and dark and matted. An unkempt beard covered
the lower half of his face. His clothes were in tatters, his feet bare. His
eyes were golden brown, like a coywolf she’d seen a picture of once, and just
as feral. A barely healed scar ran down the left side of his face, starting at
his temple and disappearing into his beard.
She held up her hands to show him she was unarmed. “I’m not here
to hurt you.” It was only dumb luck that she hadn’t rattled the steel doors
when she’d hit them and possibly woken the guard. He’d been drinking, but it
might not be enough for him to pass out.
Still in a crouch, the prisoner studied her. He’d see the image
she wanted to project—a teenage boy with a pockmarked face. Disguises were part
of an assassin’s bag of tricks, and this was her specialty.
“What’s your name?” Given his appearance, it was hard to tell if
it was her target. He’d lost weight and was totally disheveled and dirty. It
was doubtful his own mother would recognize him in a fully lit room, let alone
by dim candlelight.
He swallowed heavily, his throat rippling. His fingers tightened
around the stub of candle. He opened his mouth, closed it, and tried again. “I
don’t know.” His breath hit the flame directly, blowing it out and plunging
them into darkness.
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