Preface- Life As She Knows It

I am an assassin.

Brona Ross felt her heart clenched as a pair of blue eyes took in her appearance. She had allowed herself to get close to them, and one of their number had been targeted.

I feel no fear.

It seemed as if Aragorn's gaze pierced her through, looking at the weapons strapped to her side.

I feel no pain.

The small amount of comfort she had been allowed began to fade away entirely as he moved to take them from her. She was going to have to kill him.

I feel no anger.

Aragorn, inches away, reached for the daggers in her hands.

I fear neither death nor life.

She stumbled back, not wanting to hurt him, helpless not to.

I am an assassin.

As she saw the gates open, and blonde hair enter, her heart locked itself in place.

Death is my only companion. Fear, my only friend.

She couldn't do it; not even to save her sister. She was weak.

I am an assassin.

I do not fail.