Free Spy to Die For (Assassins Guild) by Kris DeLake Page A

know I’m going to figure out who this man is the moment you walk out my door,” she said. “So let me figure it out now. Let’s see what we can do.”
    Jack sighed. She was his best choice.
    Hell, she was his only realistic choice.
    He handed her the tablet, and took a step back, closer to the door. He liked the illusion of escape, even if he was heading into a more dangerous place.
    She took the tablet from him, gave him a quick smile, then bent over it.
    He should just tell her. But he didn’t want to. Better she find out for herself. He would see the change on her face as she reconsidered her offer. And then he could leave.
    “Oh,” she said softly. “This makes no sense at all.”
    And neither did her response. It wasn’t one he would have predicted. He didn’t move for the door—not yet. Instead, he waited—although for what, he had absolutely no idea.

Chapter 13
    A Rover? Why would a member of the Assassins Guild hire a Rover?
    It hadn’t taken long to get the information on that image at all, just a fraction of a second after Skye had activated the tablet’s search with the touch of a finger. She had done it as she got the tablet back from Jack.
    Jack.
    She looked up at him. His expression hadn’t changed, but his eyes were so different from last night. They reflected a fear, a surprise, and a resolve that she hadn’t noticed ever before.
    How had that conversation gone? She reviewed it mentally:
    The second guy, the one who refused to go after Jack, had said, Are you serious? I’m not killing one of us .
    Then Filip Heller had said, He’s not one of us, don’t you get that?
    But the other guy defended Jack. He is to me , the other guy had said.
    Skye wasn’t sure what that meant.
    Jack’s mouth was open just a little. She wanted to kiss it, just to calm him. But she couldn’t do that.
    He looked ready to bolt.
    Assassins didn’t feel fear, did they? She never saw actual fear among her colleagues. At least, not when lives were on the line, not even when their own lives were on the line.
    She had always heard that Rovers were worse than assassins from the Guild. Rovers were tougher, harder, nastier. Rovers had no sense of right or wrong.
    She had gotten none of that from Jack, and she was the person with the gut she had trusted since childhood. That sense was never wrong. She had pitched that sense to the Guild so that she could spy for them to pay off her debts to them, and the notoriously skeptical Guild had agreed with her.
    So what had gone wrong here?
    One of us . That phrase kept reverberating through her mind.
    He had known that this Heller was with the Rovers, and he hadn’t wanted to tell her. He had deliberately avoided her direct question.
    And now Jack’s eyes filled with just a touch of sadness. A Rover and an assassin from the Guild meet in a bar. It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke. That’s what she thought about Liora and Heller.
    But she could be thinking it about herself and Jack. Except that Skye wasn’t an assassin.
    It felt like her world, already topsy-turvy from the night before, had just fallen on its side.
    “This makes no sense,” she said, and realized she had said it again. She had spoken out loud when she first discovered who Heller was.
    “That he’s a Rover?” Jack asked softly. “Or that I’m affiliated with them?”
    He still hovered near the door. He would run out there if she said anything wrong. Maybe, since she had already misjudged him, her assumption that he couldn’t take care of himself was wrong. But she still had that feeling so strongly that she didn’t want him to go.
    Or maybe she was so blinded by the attraction between them that she wasn’t trusting her gut.
    “Both, actually,” she said.
    He didn’t move. “It doesn’t frighten you that I might be a Rover.”
    Amazing that he saw that so clearly. She didn’t think she was usually easy to read. But then, she wasn’t acting like a frightened person. She wasn’t sure she