Chapter 21
The city lights shimmered below us as our chopper hovered above the Helios Tower, the headquarters of a notorious arms syndicate we had been tracking for weeks. I adjusted my gloves, feeling the familiar itch of my Lethalium coursing through me, reminding me that touch meant death. Athanasius leaned close beside me, his presence both comforting and distracting, and I almost forgot the mission. Almost.
"Are you ready, Morana?" he asked, voice low, brushing against my ear. I felt a shiver—not fear, but anticipation. I nodded, keeping my face neutral, but my heart betrayed me. My own seduction training flashed through my mind: confidence, allure, control. Tonight, I had to be irresistible, untouchable, and deadly.
"Yes," I whispered, letting my eyes flicker over him. He caught t
