Night Calls - Nyx Slaughter Book 1 by Amber Lynn Page B

aren't they?”
    “This is priceless,” Smitty says
laughing.
    I decide to take offense.
“Apologize to baby fangs. They don't like you laughing at
them.”
    “Don't worry, Ms. Slaughter. I am
not laughing at them. I am trying to figure out how the
Collective's human assassin has been out there this long and no one
has reported back that she wasn't actually human,” he says with a
hysterical edge to his voice. “I mean, really, how ironic is
that?”
    “Sorry, I have lived a relatively
sheltered life. I imagine most of the people at the Collective
knew, but just couldn't, or wouldn't, tell me. Sebastian has known
for years, but thankfully, he was nice enough to keep the
information private. Although, it would have been nice if he
mentioned it to me. Most of the other people I meet and deal with
end up dead after the meeting, so they are not fountains of
information,” I explain.
    “So wait, not only are you this one
of a kind hybrid, but you also didn't actually know it?” he asks.
“This really does just keep getting better.”
    “All true statements, which bring
us back to the reason we are here. She is parting with the
Collective, but agreed to take on one more mission. I,
inadvertently, made her interested in it, and it has now become a
suicide mission. Even if she hadn't converted and left the co-Hab
this was going to be her last Collective mission, but since she
did, we are now being followed, so we need to hide out until we can
figure out where we are supposed to meet her target,” Sebastian
briefs him.
    “Interesting. I am guessing, since
you are sounding knowledgeable of this mission you saw something in
the future and that is what has led us to this point,” Smitty
replies.
    “That would be a correct guess,”
Sebastian confirms.
    “So is this target supposed to call
or something? How are you going to know where to meet? Why would a
target schedule a meeting in the first place?” he fires
off.
    “Because the target is Alexander
Monroe,” Sebastian states like the name means something.
    “Oh, now that makes things really
interesting.”
    “You have no idea,” Sebastian
comments.
    “Okay, who in the world is this
Alexander guy? All my sheet said was he liked to kill kids, but you
obviously both know him,” I say.
    “Yes, well I can tell you right now
that Alex does not go around killing children. The Collective just
wants him killed because he is the werewolf leader of their
opposition. How they found out that information, I don't know, but
obviously they feel threatened by it. We try to keep that kind of
info on the down low,” Smitty answers.
    “There is actually a group mounting
to take on the Collective?”
    “You have been a part of them since
you were a child, so you don't understand how corrupt they are,”
Sebastian says. “I mentioned that one of the things I have kept
from you over the years is my real opinion of the Collective and
that's mainly because I am a part of the opposition. Your oath at
the time was to them, so I couldn't let you know.”
    “How involved are you? Maybe if you
told me sooner there was this organization banding together against
them, I would have gotten out sooner. I have known for a while that
there is shady business going on inside those walls,” I
state.
    “How involved is he?” Smitty asks.
“Alex may be the leader of the wolves, but Bastian here is the
leader of us all. He has been looking for a way to take down the
Collective since they had one of his pals killed decades ago.
Probably before you were even born.”
    “Wow, look who's been keeping
secrets,” I say staring at Sebastian.
    “You have to admit telling the
Collective's number one assassin that I was trying to bring the
organization down, wouldn't have been a very healthy idea on my
part,” he claims.
    “True, but if I told you my father
was Aaron Gentry, would that mean anything to you?” I
ask.
    “No way,” Smitty says in a whisper.
“Aaron has been buried deep underground