Nikol

Roza sat on the floor by the comfy sofa with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her green eyes kept staring at me as I paced back and forth, swinging her twelve-inch blade in my hand. If there was a hunter on the loose inside the Palace, there would be more of them roaming around the Kremlin Walls. Roza must have been captured by our army and then got enslaved. She managed to keep her cover. I figured if she were a skilled hunter, I would have been dead by now. Roza was still too young and too nervous for the task.

I stopped and stared at the girl...