"… You are a member of Daggers of the Night, too?" Aliza asked softly.
By now, they had left the old man behind long ago. Theron had neither confirmed nor denied what he would do when he returned—if he would take on the old man's mission or not. But he hadn't exactly rejected it either.
The old man still had many things that he hadn't told him. Even so, the speculations and possibilities were actually making Theron quite curious.
This might be another opportunity.
"You aren't a very good assassin," Theron said calmly, looking to Aliza, who had been riding her horse a beat or two behind Theron and his Alpha.
Aliza's face twisted into a frown. What was that supposed to mean?
She had seamlessly joined a noble Clan, risen up the ranks of the academy, and found what she was looking for all without being caught. It could be considered a fluke that Theron had found out her identity in the first place.
She wasn't just a good assassin—she was among the very best.
