“Who sent you to kill me?” asked Dustin as he stared at Frost icily.

“The first rule of the assassin’s code states that if we’re paid to get rid of a problem for a client, we are not to spill any information about them. Those who break the code will be killed!” Frost shot back grimly.

“Very well, then.” Dustin nodded. “I never like to force people, but…”

He looked behind him with a fierce gaze.

“Myst?” Dustin called out.

“Right here!” said a voice from behind. It was sonorous and vibrant.

Then, a person arrived before them like a shadow.

She wore black tights that showed off her stunning figure.

She also had a beautiful face.

“Kill them all,” Dustin said.

Myst moved in a beautiful arc in the air. Her face was as cold as ice and as murderous as the Ripper when she landed.

She moved so quickly that no one else but Frost had the time to react to her movements.

When she attacked, another life was snuffed out.

Myst used two short knives that were both as elegant as