No Savior Needed

"I... I don't know what you're talking about. Tonight was just a fluke," the man stammered, too scared to admit they were sent by a head-hunting company.

Once they got their money, whether their targets lived or died was none of their business.

Camille caught his nervousness and eyed the wolf-head insignia on their arms.

Her eyes narrowed. "You're with the head-hunting companies."

Her icy tone mad