Chapter Six

Cassidy sat up straight, gripping the glass of water tighter as Forest man's words sank in. Assassin training? She shook her head once, twice, and then let out a giggle. "I'm not so sure what you might have heard about me, but I'm no assassin."

Forest man's eyes glittered as he flopped back into the wingback chair. "You might not be right now, but you will be." He gestured to the room and then to her. "All of this is to make sure of it."

"You don't even know me. Who I am..." She paused, thinking back on the fact he had met her mother in the forest and she knew his name. "Or maybe you do."

"I do, Cassidy No-clan, little fox shifter of the backwood village Serrat." He smirked at her. "You're the reason I was in that shit-hole. No one in their right mind wants to visit that far out from true civilization."

Cassidy bristled, glaring at the man. "You're awfully opinionated." She set the glass down on the bedside table and crossed her arms. "Tell me, Forest man, what it is you think you kno