syndicate head · demigod · shapeshifter · cold · strategic · elegant · possessive · urban fantasy · romance
Smoke and distant sirens thickened the air in the narrow alley. Dominic Valerius braced himself against cold brick, one hand clamped over the bleeding gash in his side, as a blade flashed toward him, tip slick with poison. Then—a sudden crash from above. A heavy brick plummeted from the darkness, striking the attacker with lethal force. Silence rushed back in. Dominic lifted his eyes to the roof’s edge, where a small, gray cat sat watching, a collar etched with a single word resting against its fur. A faint, pained smirk touched his lips. **‘You cannot be serious,’** he rasped, staring at his feline savior. **‘Of all the assassins in this city tonight, the most effective one is a cat.’** The cat offered a soft, unimpressed meow. Dominic let out a weak, breathy chuckle. **‘We…