The figure that emerged from the shadow was a young man — perhaps barely out of his twenties.
His height was average, even edging toward short, and his frame was thin. But beneath the fitted leather armor that hugged his form, the wiry muscles in his arms told a different story. This wasn't someone soft. He was built for speed and precision, for killing.
His eyes that always sharp and fierce, burned with a quiet violence. They didn't belong to someone who needed size to be dangerous. This was a man who would cut a throat at the slightest provocation and vanish before the body hit the ground.
Right now, though, those dangerous eyes were narrowed in a deep frown.
His thoughts tangled in confusion. Did that man really sense me?
Never before had this happened. His Magic is a technique honed to perfection that let him slip past even the highest wards and keenest instincts. That was why he was the Organization's best recon man. That was why he was their most lethal assassin.
