The Trouble With Trying to Save an Assassin (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #2)

by Jennifer Cody

Outside, the cab that took over transporting me on official depot business waits for me. Before I cross the line of the wards, I check in with my gargoyle friends, patting their stony forms as I pass them at the gate to the property. I stop just inside the wards and scan the street in both directions. I’m not in any danger from much of anything, but ever since I was caught in a drive-by shooting that one time, I haven’t left the property without properly assessing my surroundings. My gargoyle friends don’t have the kinds of protections I do, and I don’t want them to get hurt. The last time a few of them ended up shot up, and it was awful. Ok, yes, I was a little more worried about Fox, who was also shot up. Let’s just say I’m still not any good with first aid to bullet wounds. I’m fine with bloody massacres, but I’m no one’s first choice for dressing bloody wounds. I accept this weird dichotomy of my character just like I accept all my other idiosyncrasies. Self-acceptance is an important step to living a happy life, trust me. Since the street lacks any ominous lingering vehicles, I step out of the ward, followed by the chorus of church-bell sounding goodbyes from my friends, and make it safely the last few feet to the cab awaiting me. I’ve streamlined this process, patting Jostein’s shoulder to let him know I’m ready. He already has the address because I demanded the depot assign me a cabbie and then send him the address because I can’t speak and they should accommodate m...