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King of the Seditious - TEASER

Updated: Jan 10, 2023


SUMMARY:


SAVAGE JAXSON

They know my name.


They know how dangerous I am.


And soon everyone will. I am the King of Assassins.


I was born into darkness. Growing in the dungeons of the Grier Citadel. Feeding on the rats to survive. And from that I learned you consume what's necessary to live.


Then one day my father, King Ocnomad, paid an assassin to drown me in the river. To hide the king's great secret...Me.


He couldn't let anyone find out what I really am. A secret to be kept at all costs...


Even from me.


Unfortunate for him, that a group of demons crossed Grier that day.


I was raised amongst demons. But I escaped that slavery and came across a woman that generated light like I'd never seen.


And I decided I would possess that light. One way or another.


She was a wraith in the docks until I found her.


She thinks she'll never wholly turn herself over to me. She can't admit she already has.


I've had Dimurah since the moment she put her hand in mine.




TEASER:


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"Have a man come at me with a dagger and I shall have a dagger. Have him attack me with a sword and I shall pierce him with a sword. Have him shackle me and I'll crush his throat with those shackles.

I'm an exceptional killer. I'll kill my enemy with whatever gifts he brings me..."

-Savage Jack has told many an assassin.

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"Don't make me call my men to remove you." She warned.

From the corner of her eye, Dimurah caught the barmaid, Belline, filling his drink. Thinking Dimurah wasn't looking.

"You know better than to threaten me...You're going to regret ever saying that." His blue gaze slitted.

"I will summon them!"

"Why?" He twisted to give the four of them a bored glance. "Do you wish me to kill them? Remember," He lifted a finger, tsking again. "exactly how much you missed the last ones."

"There's too many. Even for you." She said acidly.

"I don't know how many that is. So you most certainly don't..." He took a heavy dram from his newly filled tankard. Dismissing her.

Belline, the barmaid offered him a sly smile. Taking in his sinewed frame and long blonde hair, twisted and woven with wooden kill beads. Framing a hard, square face dominated by virulent blue eyes. Her gaze lit with interest.

He heard the whisper of Murah's cloak and knew he could've caught the blade. Instead, he let her draw close enough to lean over the counter next to him. Pressing it to his throat.

"This is the game you want to play?" He queried blandly. "In-front of all these people?"

His gaze scoured her furious face.

Rounded cheeks, tinged gold from being sun-warmed. Large blue eyes. Dark lashes framing them. A rounded chin and a small beckoning mouth. Red curls creeping from her hood to tease her face. Flushed in her ire.

He leisurely lifted his tankard for another drink. Swallowing despite the nick of her weapon. Setting it down, he slid his gaze to her. Noticing the heat of a rounded breast smashed against his bicep.

He gave it a meaningful look then whispered for her ears alone. "Come closer, Murah."

"Get out of my alehouse." She seethed.

"The one I gave you?" He whispered into her face before staring ahead again. "I warned you."

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