My hands ran up his chest and I leant forward tracing my lips up his neck. His pulse was racing and his breathing was ragged as I pressed myself flush against his muscular body. Any woman would have run at the sight of this man, I had to admit it myself, it was a risky case to take. I bit his lip and slowly started to kiss him, he was stiff at first but surprised me with his skills. My hand slipped the dagger out of my skirts and raised it. He was distracted and it only took seconds to slit his throat. Realisation struck on his face but it was too late, he fell back limp as the colour drained from his cheeks. Smirking I pulled my hood up and wiped the dagger clean on his shirt. Droplets fell and stained the white snow a crimson red beneath us. It was done, who's next?