{"id":5260,"date":"2026-01-04T01:15:02","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T01:15:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-sighted-assassin-02-the-forgotten-holmberg-d-k\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T01:15:02","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T01:15:02","slug":"the-sighted-assassin-02-the-forgotten-holmberg-d-k","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-sighted-assassin-02-the-forgotten-holmberg-d-k\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sighted Assassin 02 – The Forgotten – Holmberg, D K"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I<\/span><\/span> saw<\/span> her from across the room. Most men would, I suspect.<\/p>\n

She looked everything like the drawing I\u2019d been given, and nothing. Dark hair ran in ringlets down her neck, ending in the middle of her back. Full lips were stained with a hint of crimson from the cup of wine she casually sipped. Pale eyes, flecked with green I should have recognized, scanned the room as if she knew others were watching. Even her purple dress, the style rare in Eban, its soft neckline hiding generous cleavage, showed just enough of her long, graceful legs to draw attention. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.<\/p>\n

How was I going to kill her?<\/p>\n

All I had to find her was the name of the tavern and the drawing. No name. That was unusual for Orly. The thief-master typically had more than a name; he had a lengthy list of reasons the person needed to be removed, almost a list of offenses. For me, that mattered.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t have that with this woman. Only her picture. And the damned tavern. For twenty gold tils. Too much for the woman, but Orly knew I wouldn\u2019t refuse that much gold, just as he knew the resemblance to Talia would drag me into this.<\/p>\n

I leaned away, careful not to stare too long, rolling a long dart between my fingers. A simple flick of the wrist and the toxin would take hold, yet I hesitated. It wasn\u2019t the idea of killing her that bothered me. Not much, at least. A woman like her would have protection or else she wouldn\u2019t be in a place like the Durven.<\/p>\n

This place stank of spilt ale and sweat. The floor was little more than packed dirt. Tables and chairs were rough hewn, threatening splinters as you sat along them. Even the ale was rotten, tasting more bitter than smooth. Nothing like the nicer taverns in Eban, places like the Brite Pot where I preferred to frequent, even now that Talia no longer ran it.<\/p>\n

No, the Durven was a place for thieves and gamblers. Men like me. A place where serving women and whores all competed to see who could remove coin from hand the fastest. For a woman like her to be found here meant protection, and likely something different than the Binders.<\/p>\n

My hand touched the short sword concealed under my cloak as I pocketed the dart, trying to determine who might be with her. A smoky fire in the back of the room created a haze I couldn\u2019t easily see through. Likely intentional in a place like the Durven. Too few lanterns hung on hooks around the tavern, giving only flickering light. My Sight let me see through the haze, but I saw only a table with three old men gaming at dice and a fat man sitting alone along the back wall. Hints of motion, mere shimmers of shadow, shifted in the far corner where I couldn\u2019t see well.<\/p>\n

A half-dozen prostitutes, faces painted to draw men\u2019s attention, circulated through the tavern. They left the old men gaming and the fat man alone. Soon the tavern would fill with better-paying customers. Then it would be harder to make my move.<\/p>\n

One of the serving girls approached. A plump one, breasts nearly exposed, practically bounced up to my table. Clearly I had been too free with my coin. Either that or she recognized me. With my connection to the Binders, the network of spies throughout Eban ran by the tavern mistresses, it was hard to know.<\/p>\n

I waved her away and used the opportunity to shift in my seat, trying and failing to see into the corner. I kept the woman in my line of sight.<\/p>\n

She had <\/i>to have protection. Could it be <\/i>the Binders?<\/p>\n

I doubted Orly would make that mistake again. That meant alternative protection. No lady like her would set foot in the Durven without any. And I couldn\u2019t make my move without knowing where it was, not if I wanted to keep my skull intact.<\/p>\n

I looked back at the woman, unable to avert my eyes. Damn Orly and this assignment. A woman like her deserved to be catered to. Or better yet\u2014plied with drinks and brought home and bedded. Not killed like some common thief.<\/p>\n

Of course, were she a common thief, I wouldn\u2019t have been sent.<\/p>\n

I bet the old man didn\u2019t even know what she looked like. Better yet, maybe he did. That almost made me chuckle. Maybe that\u2019s what drew his ire. Wouldn\u2019t put it past the old man to put out a hit on some lady who ignored his advances. Or his coin.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d been sitting here long enough. Soon I\u2019d have to either order food or get the attention of one of the prostitutes. I was in no mood for either. The only other option was reaching the tavern mistress, but my connection to the Binders wasn\u2019t what it once had been.<\/p>\n

I still hadn\u2019t learned why Orly wanted this woman dead. I had to know. The killing was easy. It was the why <\/i>that mattered.<\/p>\n

I stood from the table and started toward the woman, pulling my cloak around me. The cooler nights gave an excuse for the cloak but still marked me as a traveler, a foreigner. Useful since I was neither. The nervous flicker of her pale eyes told me she had seen me. She turned slowly to look away, careful not to make it too obvious.<\/p>\n

The price Orly put on this woman was enough to get the job done quickly. Not that it mattered. That much coin pretty much assured this woman would be dead soon, whether it was me or another of Orly\u2019s assassins. I\u2019d just as soon keep the coin.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey there, stranger.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ignored the painted prostitute veering in front of me, her eyelids tinted purple and blooms of pink bursting along her cheeks. Her thin dress hung ragged and nearly translucent, clinging to her round body, leaving nothing to the imagination.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot interested,\u201d I grumbled and slid to step around her.<\/p>\n

The woman grabbed my wrist and turned me. She stood on her toes, breasts perking toward my chest. She was tall for a woman but still I towered nearly a foot over her. \u201cYou sure are a tall one. So many things I would do with that long brown hair of yours.\u201d She smiled and fluttered her eyes, keeping her hand on my wrist. \u201cI could make a man out of you tonight. Give you a reason to grow a beard,\u201d she purred. \u201cOnly five coppers and I\u2019m yours\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure you would be,\u201d I said, grabbing her hand and peeling it off my arm, \u201cbut I\u2019m really not interested.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnother girl, maybe? You could have us both. Just eight coppers for that. No other bargain like that in Eban.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her and gave her my best smile. She smiled at me, her face full of the hope of the coin she could earn. I really had <\/i>been too free with it tonight. At a place like the Durven, a little copper went a lot farther than other places.<\/p>\n

Once I knew she looked, I blinked slowly to reveal my eyes, the dark green a declaration. I knew the effect it would have, especially if she\u2019d heard the rumors of my presence in Eban.<\/p>\n

She stepped back, the seductive smile fading from her mouth as she stepped away from me. Not as quick as some, but a reaction still. \u201cMaybe another girl, then.\u201d<\/p>\n

I snorted and turned back toward the lady.<\/p>\n

She was gone.<\/p>\n

Damn.<\/p>\n

I should have known better. The woman was clever, I\u2019ll give her that. I wasn\u2019t sure how she managed to use the prostitutes as a distraction, but at least now I finally knew what her protection was. And I was still no closer to getting to her.<\/p>\n

She hadn\u2019t slipped out the front door. It had been in view the entire time the other had distracted me. Other than a pair of men stinking of the docks, no one else had come in or out.<\/p>\n

I hunched over, knowing it made me look shorter\u2014less intimidating at least\u2014and made my way back to my table and took a seat. Not much choice but to wait and see if she would return.<\/p>\n

The others left me alone as the night grew longer. The Durven grew busier, men slowly filing in to find a place to sit and drink. Many disappeared with one of the painted women for a while before reappearing. Still my target did not return.<\/p>\n

As far as I knew, there was no other entrance to the Durven. She was still here, somewhere. I considered searching the place, but the idea of going room to room in a place like the Durven without anyone watching my back made me nervous. Even a plump woman\u2014Binder or not\u2014could put a knife in your back.<\/p>\n

I waited until well after midnight. The tavern had grown quiet, slowly emptying. The women began to disappear and not return. She was not coming back. I couldn\u2019t believe a lady like that would hole up in a place like the Durven. She must know someone was after her.<\/p>\n

She did now, at least. I should\u2019ve been more careful. If I was being honest with myself, I should\u2019ve been more careful with the entire night. I had the woman in sight and let her get away.<\/p>\n

Was it the coin or something else?<\/p>\n

A woman like her was distracting, even to me. And I knew better.<\/p>\n

At least I still had time before one of Orly\u2019s other assassins got to her. None of the others had my gifts, my Sight. All would want the coin.<\/p>\n

As much as I hated the idea, I\u2019d have to come back. Catch her by surprise. Get her away from the tavern and whatever protection existed for her here. First I would learn why, and then, if the reason was right, I\u2019d kill her.<\/p>\n

I sighed. Sometimes it was hard being unlike other assassins.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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