“I know you won’t.” Valek’s arm blurred as he threw his knife into Tam’s throat.
The assassin gurgled once and collapsed.
“Ziva, could you take the paper and put it in my saddlebags?”
She shot him a questioning glance, but he wasn’t about to explain his unwillingness to touch the order.
“Time to go,” he said. “We should be well away before Yelena’s group arrives.”
Shock bleached Ziva’s face. “Don’t you want to see her? Tell her…?”
Valek wanted to see Yelena more than anything. His arms ached with the desire to hold her. Yet he knew her focus should be on learning about her magical powers, and he was needed elsewhere. He would see her again. Of that, Valek was certain.
He grinned. “No. I have a promise to keep.”
The End