Assassin of Truths - Brenda Drake

Also by Brenda Drake

The Fated Series

Touching Fate

Cursing Fate

Thunderstruck

Also in this Series

Thief of Lies

Guardian of Secrets

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Acknowledgments

Interview with Brenda Drake

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

© 2018 by Brenda Drake. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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First Edition February 2018

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For those not afraid to jump into the battle.

And to Jacob, my son, who is a warrior.

Chapter One

There were moments when I wanted to scream. When I just wanted the world to fall away and leave me behind in the quiet rolling hills of my new home.

Home? Right. It was nothing like Boston.

If a person had to hide out somewhere, I couldn’t think of a better place than Ireland. I adjusted on the rock wall that’d become my escape from everyone in the large farmhouse just down the hill. Vines crawled over the two-story building and many of the retaining walls cutting through the green hills that surrounded it. The wall I sat on had a smooth top and a rock that stuck out just at the right height for a footrest.

Even though it was barely autumn, I couldn’t seem to get warm. The ground was always wet and muddy, and the scent of manure hung in the chilly air. The view was beautiful, though. The Irish hills were dressed in shades of green mixed with shocks of purple flowers. Afton would love to paint a landscape like this. My heart sank at the thought of my best friend. Leaving her, plus Pop, Nana, and Uncle Philip, had been like tearing away a piece of me. It was as if I’d left half my heart behind.

I wasn’t me anymore, just some ghost walking among the living, trying to remember who I used to be. Gia Kearns—even the name sounded foreign to me. Somewhere along the way, I’d become Gianna Bianchi McCabe, Sentinel—a magical knight protecting the libraries and the human race from dangerous creatures. Bianchi was my mom’s last name, and McCabe belonged to my birth father, Carrig.

Separated from Pop, I was more afraid of being alone than wielding a sword. Though he was my stepfather, he was the only parent I’d ever known. And he was a damn good one, at that.

We’d been in hiding for nearly two months already, and I was getting anxious. My days were filled doing battle drills and chores with the other Sentinels. During my downtime, I’d think about my best friend and cousin, Nick. It was the first time he hadn’t celebrated my birthday with me. Seventeen years. We’d known each other since birth. Things felt off without him around.

Then the dark thoughts would come. Was Conemar torturing Nick? What evil plan did Nick’s biological father—the most dangerous wizard of the Mystik world—have for him?

Momo raced in and out of cracks in the wall, her furry body squeezing