This is the second book in the Assassins at Dusk series by _Sibyline_, read Assassins at Dusk before reading this one!
THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR ASSASSINS AT DUSK IN THIS BOOK, IM WARNING YOU.
You. Have. Been. Warned.
This story has very little smut, m...
Two more hooded figures emerged from the other sections of the maze. Sofia and Fitz swung around and strafed right, running straight into a body of smudged color. Blur straightened Fitz and stepped in front of the two Vackers as the two hooded figures caught up.
"Stand down." Blur snarled.
The Neverseen members didn't respond, merely launched for Fitz and Sofia. Blur ducked beneath their hands, swinging his leg and knocking them over.
"Don't let him escape!" But they weren't pointing to Fitz anymore. No, they were pointing to Blur. Blur faltered, noting they changed their target.
"The exit is this way." Blur said, his answer clipped as he pulled a small marble from his belt. He waited for just a moment before launching the marble to their feet, turning away as a curtain of smoke separated them and him.
"Move!" Blur barked at them, picking up Sofia to give Fitz a break.
"What do they want?!" Blur asked, constantly checking over his shoulder. Fitz swallowed, answering between panting breaths, "They wanted me to break Maria Morretti's mind."
Blur screeched to a stop, Sofia whimpering in his arms as the blurry smudged face turned to the Vacker.
"W-What?"
Fitz blinked, glancing over his shoulder. The Black Swan was a secret branch of the Cyevan Assassins, but only Leto knew that. How did Blur know about Maria Morretti?
"I-I said-"
"I know what you said, I'm trying to understand why?"
"I don't know! They wouldn't tell me anything." Blur clearly wanted to press the conversation more but shook his head.
"Come on." They slowed their pace, careful to remain hidden. Soon, they approached a ramp leading seemingly nowhere. Now that they were out of the maze, Fitz watched it continue for miles and miles. It floated on seemingly nothing on a black plane. There was nothing but this maze.
Blur rummaged around in his bag, glancing behind him to the fighting from the rest of the collective.
"I can't believe they would go that low." Blur hissed, pulling random objects out of his bag. A big fluffy feather duster, at least that is what Fitz thought it was, a cowry shell belt, a jade teapot, and more as he continued to rummage in his bag.
"Uh, Blur? Why have they gone this low? Why is this lower than they normally go?"
"They want more than just you to get into Madame's mind." Fitz's eyes widened. He used Maria's title. Madame.
Fitz opened his mouth to continue the interrogate, but the shadows shifting behind Blur made it instead of a cry of warning.
But warning too late.
Blood spurted as a blade shot through Blur's knee, his scream echoing throughout the chamber. Fitz caught the Collective member, the other miscellaneous items tumbling out of Blur's hands.
"Oh shit, no, no, no-" The smudging of Blur's face began to fade away. A tall man with skin as dark as moonlight and perfect ringlet curls cascading around his head was behind the blurry mask. His eyes were dark blueish green, like the swamps when fireflies alight them with muted color.
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