I Dated a Hot Assassin (Blind Date Corporation Book 2) by Viola Grace

Author:Viola Grace [Grace, Viola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Viola Grace
Published: 2021-05-18T23:00:00+00:00

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Torenne walked up to her and hugged her. “Who’s my big, strong assassin?”

Khytten chuckled. “That is killing for money. I kill for entertainment and to get my way.”

Liika walked up and cleared her throat. “Um, Ikir, they are going to ask why you didn’t use your small weapons? That is what they were expecting.”

Khytten blinked. “Because I know how my weapons work, and I needed something long range but didn’t want to carry it. It is much easier to let your opponent carry the heavy stuff for you and pick it up on the scene. A true enemy doesn’t send you a list of what they will be using, so to abide by that logic is a little stupid.”

Liika blinked and giggled.

The first of the recovered peacekeepers came out and looked around. Medics were helping the others as the second range was being prepped for the next round.

“Oh. Medics. Did you get hurt anywhere, Khytten?” Torenne looked her over, and nothing was visible.

“I pulled my left shoulder, have a bruise along my right thigh, and nailed the inside of my left thigh when I climbed that fence.”

“Like, an actual nail?”

“Actual nail.”

“Lift your skirt.”

“There are people watching.”

“Lift it, or I tell Salat you refused medical assistance.”

“Medical lechery is more like it.”

She carefully pulled her skirt up to mid-thigh, where the trickle of blood was making its way down toward her knee. Torenne knelt on one knee with the other bent and put Khytten’s foot on it. She leaned forward and applied her tongue to the puncture. Khytten inhaled sharply when the spear of pain ran through her while tissue healed and her nerves came back online.

Torenne’s voice was thick when she said, “Turn.”

The foot came down, and the skirt was lifted again, the soft waves of fabric kept everything discreet, but there were still a lot of admirers in the men and women gathered as Torenne tongued the bruise away.

She got to her feet and looked at the shoulder, running her fingers along it. “This one is going to hurt, so I would rather do it faster. Are you good with that?”

Khytten could feel the dull burn that was rapidly turning into a raging roar. “Get it done, please.”

Torenne held her close, slid a hand under her neckline, pushing the small, fluttery sleeve off the shoulder, and her fingers dug in while the healer kissed her deeply.

The public kissing took some getting used to, but once Khytten was focused on it, she let it become her world. She threaded her fingers through Torenne’s hair and held her until the healing was finished.

They slowly parted, and there was a lot more of Khytten on display than was necessary. “When did that happen?”

Torenne kissed her shoulder and the upper curve of the exposed breast. “You had some soft tissue damage in your pectoral.”

“Which you could reach with your palm.”

“Any excuse to get you used to the public.”

“Or get them used to me.”

Someone from the gathered peacekeepers said, “Hey, aren’t you the milkmaid?”

Khytten had her wrist with the cuff blaster pointed at him in half a heartbeat.

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