Eyes Of The Assassin

LAYLA

I had just gotten out of the shower and the warm soft steam was sticking to my skin like a second coat. The water had been so calming but as soon as I wrapped the towel around myself and headed for my bedroom the atmosphere changed.

Normally reassuring, the packhouse's silence felt strange. I was alerted by my instincts that something—someone—was watching me. I stopped in my tracks.

I swallowed hard and looked around me nervously and felt cold seeping into my ...