The Rasegai are the most feared group of lethal assassins known the United Nations of Continents. Once a part of it, you can't leave. But for Andrea Lancaster, choosing to stay could mean sacrificing the only thing that still matters to her. Her own...
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Marie Avgervopoulos makes a great model for Andrea Lancaster! Hope you all enjoy the story! Leave your comments please! I will be posting photos of important character references with their names to point out who they are. I do not own these photos and am only using them for reference of what i picture the characters to look like. But each character is my own creation and i reserve all rights to the storyline. Enjoy please!
The pattering of rain on the tin roof was temptingly lulling for Andrea Lancaster as she slept. Tap. Tap. Tap. With a groan she forced herself to roll over beneath the tangle of silken soft cotton sheets draped across her bed. She stared up at the wooden beams criss crossing above her head and rubbed her fingers through her waist length black curls.
I wonder what time it is. The thought rose to her mind, but she was reluctant to leave the warm cocoon of the covers to find out. She suddenly wished she hadn't destroyed her alarm clock in a fit of rage a few weeks before. Mornings were never her friend. She had always dreaded the bright sunshine seeping through the cracks of the midnight black curtains covering the enourmas double doors on the eastern side of of the room. But it was always easy to regret things done when the moment was long past reclaiming.
Though it irritated her as nothing else ever had, she forced her aching limbs into a sitting position. She drew her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against them. Get up. The small voice of her conscience commanded her. Shove it brain. She thought back crossly. I'll move when I'm damn well ready to. No sooner had she thought the words, she knew she couldn't stay hidden in bed all day. No, Elricson would not be pleased if she were late. An image of a grizzled black beard and piercing blue eyes flashed before her eyes and she sighed. No, he wouldn't be pleased at all.
With a gigantic amount of effort, she flung the covers back and swept her long legs over the side of the bed and sank her feet into the soft blue carpet next to it. She hated cold floor boards in the morning. The carpet had been the first piece of furniture she'd ever purchased for her home. It soft tendrils curled pleasantly around her toes, and she blinked through the sleep to find her slippers. She spotted them tantalizingly close just out of reach next to her dresser on the far side of the room. She'd been so exhausted the night before, she had kicked them off blindly, not caring at the time that she would have to fetch them in the morning.
Damned floorboards. She forced herself to stand and stretch, her hair swishing behind her back as she stood. She felt the tendrils brush against her exposed hips as she did so. The tiny black tank top she wore scarcely covered her torso, but again she hadn't cared enough to change her clothes before collapsing into sleep. Elricson, her contractor, kept her constantly busy with new missions. Clothing was often an afterthought when she had received her newest orders.
With a soft groan of irritation, she moved across the floorboards to snatch her slippers from beside the cherry oak dresser shoved against the pale grey wall of her bedroom. She shoved her feet into the soft black slippers, and sighed with relief at the warmth immediately protecting her feet from the icy floor. She had central heating in the house, but she rarely used it. There was no need when she was only ever home for a short amount of sleep and a bit of food. She moved to grab her silk black robe hanging from the coat tree next to her bedroom door and thrust her arms into the sleeves before tying it around her waist.
