About The Author

Katie Salidas is a USA Today bestselling author and RONE award winner known for her unique genre-blending style.

Since 2010 she's penned five bestselling book series: the Immortalis, Olde Town Pack, Little Werewolf, Chronicles of the Uprising, and the all-new Agents of A.S.S.E.T. series. As her not-so-secret alter ego, Rozlyn Sparks, she is a USA Today bestselling author of romance with a naughty side.

In her spare time Katie also produces and hosts a YouTube talk show; Spilling Ink. She also has a regular column on First Comics News where she explores writing from a nerdy perspective.

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Taste of Magic



Agents of A.S.S.E.T. Book 2

Sample Chapter 4

The sign in the dirt parking lot read A Refuge for Retired Animals. They listed lions, tigers, wolves, and even a giraffe among their residents. From the parking lot, large cages and chicken wire enclosures could be seen jutting up over the fence line.
Grey led the way toward a double-wide trailer that served as both ticket booth and access point to the fenced-off area beyond. “I shouldn’t have to remind you, but…keep your mouth shut. Don’t piss these guys off.”
“If you’re going to say it every time we go somewhere, why not just write it on your forehead and save us both time?”
“When you start acting like an agent, I’ll start treating you like one.” He turned his back on her and opened the door to the trailer.
Touché, she whispered to herself. She’d give him that one. They were on the job now, and heading in to meet another client. She’d save her snark for later. “Broad daylight and wild animals… I’m cool.” Sage reached for her phone, ready to take pictures.
“Put that away.” Grey held the door and waited for her to walk through into the ticket office reception area.
Quite a bit smaller than she’d expected, the room was no bigger than a closet, leaving little space for Sage to stand as Grey filed in behind her.
 A lady with a short bob of golden hair sat behind a metal desk between the doors leading in and out of the trailer. “We’re not open yet,” she said pleasantly enough, though the look in her eyes was anything but. She busily counted the till drawer from an old-fashioned cash register that sat in the space where a computer would normally occupy on her desk.
Sage tried not to stare, but the moment she laid eyes on the ticket clerk, she sensed something otherworldly.
Amber eyes, predatory and fierce, like a lioness ready to pounce. The woman glared back at Sage as if daring her to make a scene, but her voice betrayed none of the danger. “Come back in an hour.”
Grey rolled up his sleeve, showing the Tree of Life on his wrist, and just like that the danger evaporated from the woman’s gaze.
Sage had hated her birthmark all throughout her life, thinking it a horrible deformity needing to be hidden. If she’d only known how powerful a symbol it was, she’d have flaunted it everywhere she went.
“ASSET? Why didn’t you just say so?” With a toothy grin that reminded Sage of vampire fangs, the woman pointed Grey to the second door, granting access into the Wild Habitat. “Caleb is out cleaning the cages. You can’t miss him.”
Sage followed behind, making sure to show her mark as she passed, but the look she got wasn’t nearly as friendly. The teeth were all there, but Sage wouldn’t call what she saw a smile. A dare, perhaps, or maybe a challenge. Sage nearly broke into a run to catch up to Grey. He walked like a man on a mission, down the concrete path between giant fenced enclosures.
In the distance, lions roared. Sounds of chuffing and snorting gave Sage a little thrill. She’d never been able to get close to wild animals before, which made this mission an extra treat. The overpoweringly pungent scent of urine wafting to her nose she could do without, but it was still worth it for the chance to see real beasts up close.
Still following in Grey’s wake, Sage peered into the cages as they passed, but despite hearing animals all around, she failed to see any hint of them.
“Am I missing something?” Sage wondered aloud. Grey had already made it pretty clear he wanted her to just follow along quietly, so she didn’t really expect him to answer. It became pretty clear, though, why Ava had sent them. Something was definitely off. And she couldn’t quite put a finger on what that was.
They wound their way through the first row of enclosures and as they reached the largest one at the end, Grey stopped suddenly, letting out a gasp. His hand flew up to muffle the sound, but she’d already heard the shock before he could cover his mouth.
She couldn’t fault him for his sudden show of fear. The gate had been left wide open. Muddy paw prints the size of dinner plates tracked out of the gaping enclosure.
Grey bent to inspect the tracks.
Sage had wanted an up close and personal encounter with a large predator, and now it looked like she’d get that and more. If there was ever a time she wished she could use magic, this was it. Her thought returned to the conversation she’d had with the boys. Immunity wasn’t everything. Just like in the game they played, she could get taken out by blunt force. How would she fare against a five-hundred-pound lion?
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Something was watching her. The weight of eyes she’d yet to look into had locked onto her. She knew it, and before she could turn and see the beast with her own eyes, a loud snort accompanied a gust of air blew against her back.
She clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from shrieking.
It was right there. How the hell could it have snuck up behind her without her noticing?
Goosebumps prickled on her skin. Sage didn’t need to look. It was there. A great big lion. The heat from its breath was practically drenching her in sweat.
“Grey,” she whispered urgently, praying the beast wasn’t hungry. Maybe if she stood really still, it would leave her alone.
He turned, his eyes nearly doubling in size with terror. That confirmed it. The beast really was behind her. “Don’t move a muscle,” he whispered.
Deep rumbling breaths vibrated the air behind her, more a growl than a purr. Definitely a predator ready to strike.
How fast she could run? Would she be able to get in and close that cage door behind her, before one of its massive claws made mincemeat of her?
Maybe, just maybe.
She could lock herself in safely, but that would leave Grey. Asshole as he was, he didn’t deserve to be mauled by a lion. Shit!
“What’s our play?” Sage whimpered the words at her partner.
“Stay very still. Don’t move a muscle. Don’t blink. Don’t even breathe,” he warned, taking a ginger step closer to her. He held a hand out for her, just out of reach. “Easy now. They can smell fear.”
The beast chuffed, blasting Sage’s back with moist hot air.
She choked down a scream threatening to burst from her throat. Every instinct she had demanded she run.
Grey’s hand trembled. He took another tiny step toward her. “Keep control, Sage.”
He wasn’t planning on pushing her aside and taking on the lion himself, was he? Knight in tinfoil armor right there. She hoped he had his machetes on him. Though they wouldn’t do him much good if they weren’t out and ready to be used.
The beast’s musty breath warmed her skin, leaving more goosebumps in its wake. Was it sniffing? Deciding if she would make a good breakfast? She prayed to any god that might listen to let her escape safely.
“Focus, Sage. Focus on me. Look at my eyes.” Already glossy, Grey’s turquoise eyes were filled with tears. Mourning her death already, no doubt. Grey could barely maintain the eye contact he’d demanded of her.
“I can’t. I have to run. We have to run. The cage.” Her voice trembled nearly as much as Grey’s arms.
His eyes flitted over to the open cage door and back to Sage in a fraction of a second. “Okay. On the count of three, make for the gate.”
“One,” Sage began.
“Two,” Grey continued the count.
“Three!” She took off running as fast as her legs would carry her. Arms pumping, pushing herself to top speed, she made for the cage.
Once inside she reached for the door handle, ready to pull it closed, but Grey wasn’t behind her. Breathing so hard she nearly choked on the air, she cried out for Grey before she could bring herself to look.
He didn’t reply.
Silence sent her mind to all the dark places she didn’t want it to go. Sage mustered all the courage she possessed and lifted her eyes.



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Sample Chapter 3

Game night was supposed to be fun. Unfortunately, no one sitting around the small table in her kitchen had gotten that memo. Rage simmered below the congenial smiles, passing like an infectious disease with the rotation of the dice. Barely nine o’clock, and all the temper tantrums and interruptions had worn Sage’s nerves as thin as the cards she held in her hand.
Dice clattered against wood.
Mournful howls followed.
Another defeat.
Outside her tiny kitchen window, silence beckoned; still and calm. Not even a breeze dared disturb the sleeping trees. A picture perfect summer evening, just beyond her reach; peace that sharply contrasted with the raised voices and empty threats flying around the room where Sage sat waiting for her turn to enter the fray.
 “You’re stunned for two rounds, Matt,” Josh called from behind his Game Master’s divider. “Or wait. Hold on a moment. Do you remember the number on the red die?”
It shouldn’t take a degree in calculus to figure out if a player failed an attempted attack, but this wasn’t their normal dungeon crawl.
Julie had already scooped up the dice to take her turn, a blessing in disguise that prevented any further argument over what number the die had landed on.
“Forget it. I’m stunned. Let’s just keep going.” Matt’s tone carried a raw edge that failed to mask the annoyance he’d been desperate to hide. He was more than partially to blame for subjecting them all to this hellish fantasy land. His boyfriend Josh had command of their fate as Game Master. Matt could have taken one for the team and said no when Josh demanded they all play his new game. But love makes people do stupid things.
Coward. Sage groaned and sank lower in her chair, wishing she possessed the magic to melt into a puddle under the table and slither away. If only. Magic or not, her turn to roll the dice would come soon enough. Death might be her only way out.
Julie took her turn, whooping and cheering as she successfully snuck past the Black Mage.
The dice landed like a judge’s gavel in front of Sage. If she played her cards right, she might be pardoned. She took her deck in hand, spotting a winning combination, and a smile etched its way across her face. Luck, at least for the moment, had chosen to be on her side.
“It’s hero time!” She laid her playable cards on the table before taking her roll. “Does the Black Mage have any last words?”
“You can’t use those!” Josh pounced with the speed of a cat before the dice hit wood.
She ground her teeth audibly while Josh scrutinized her cards.
“You need Divine Aura to protect you against the Mage’s attack.” He shoved the cards back toward her.
“I have magic immunity in my abilities.” Her temper on a hair trigger, Sage teetered on the edge of a self-destructive rage quit that might end game night forever. If he would just let her use the cards she’d chosen…. But no, another damn interruption. Another look at the rule book. At this rate they’d all die of natural causes before reaching the main boss.
“No one has immunity to magic.” The moment the words left his lips, Josh ducked behind the flimsy shield of his Game Masters folder. It wouldn’t protect him from the angry mob staring at the top of his head. Sage might have been his latest target, but she was far from his first. All the others around the table were shooting murderous glares his way. Nearly every turn had necessitated the same pause to check rules. The Game Master controlled the fates of everyone around the table, but clearly Josh hadn’t bothered to study before subjecting them to this indie dungeon crawler; a game that hadn’t passed the crowd-funding phase of production.
“Magical immunity is an innate ability,” Sage argued, slamming her remaining cards down on the table. “I don’t need to use Divine Aura if my character already has a natural defense.”
“Who has magical immunity?” Matt cut in sharply, targeting Sage with his anger. “Where does it say that on your character sheet?” His words were more accusing than inquisitive, and as soon as Sage realized what he’d implied, embarrassment replaced the rage she’d been ready to unleash. Confusing fantasy and reality, she’d nearly let her secret slip.
Among all those she counted on as friends, Matt alone knew that Sage was part of a magical lineage as old as time itself. The Terras had once been members of the three magical races, but when the Great Mother chose them to be her soldiers - and guardians of magical law - their active powers had been exchanged for innate magical immunity.
Short of the gods themselves coming to strike her down, Sage felt certain she would never need to fear a Shadowrunner’s deadly mist or an arc of conjured lightning from an Ethereal Pixie. Fae, Otherkin, Fair Folk–whatever name they chose to go by–none could harm her with their power. But, just like in the rule-books of the games she played, there must always be balance.
Sage’s gift negated any magic she might hope to conjure for either good or evil. Characters can never be too powerful.
Had she been raised to know all of this, keeping the secret wouldn’t be an issue. But Sage had only recently learned about her special lineage: an inheritance passed down with the death of her mother.
All at once, magic bled like an open wound into every aspect of her life, and with the veil lifted, she saw the truth of what lurked in the shadows and peeked behind the masks magical creatures wore. A crash course that left Sage’s head spinning as she questioned everything she’d ever known.
She opened her mouth to reply to Matt, but no words came. What explanation could she give him or the others now glaring at her? Interruption number…whatever. Her fault.
Josh lifted his head behind the shield of his GM folder, impatience etching deep lines across his forehead.
Awkward silence hung like a fog in the air. Her mind had gone blank.
“I… uh…” Sage had no explanation for her near slip as she gave up the pretense of searching her character sheet. “I guess I didn’t add that. Whoops.”
Julie pushed back from the table. Her chair scraped across the floor like nails on a chalkboard drawing attention away from Sage. “Since we’re on a break – again – anyone want a beer?” Julie helped herself to one from the fridge.
Matt’s annoyance deflated into exhaustion. Sage could see it in his eyes – the desperate pleading for the game to either start going somewhere or just end completely. “Cheating isn’t going to get us through this raid.” He held a red die in his hand. “Divine Aura. Throw down the spell and roll for it.”
Sage pulled the card from her stack and laid it on the hand-drawn map next to her character token. She rolled the twenty-sided die and closed her eyes, praying for a ten or better.
“Two,” Josh called from behind his GM folder.
“Dammit!” Sage yelled.
“Your shield spell failed.” Josh pulled up a page as he rolled his own blue die. “And I rolled eleven, so it looks like… you’re dead.”


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Sage fell into a fighting stance. “I’m a superhero now, remember?” Even when she didn’t have training scheduled, there was always a chance Devon would try to teach her a lesson. “I can handle anything!”
“Oh, that’s right. How silly of me.” Devon's eyes narrowed, and Sage knew she was in for it. “Faster than a failed autocorrect text.” He ducked down to sweep her legs.
She had been ready for his attack and moved just in time, but kept her eyes on target, knowing there would be more. It took all she had not to laugh at his playful taunts. Devon could be pretty witty off the cuff when he wanted.
“More powerful than an internet meme!” His fist went flying again.
Sage blocked, but the impact sent her stumbling backwards. It took her a moment to regain her balance, and as she did, he launched into another round of attacks. He punched high; she blocked. He kicked round; she dodged. They danced the dance of war for a few moments until Sage executed a beautiful take down that sent her confidence soaring.
“Able to kick massive booty after a single shot of espresso.” She laughed, and reached a hand out to help Devon up.
“Nicely done, Captain Trainwreck. But don’t get cocky, kid. Your skills are improving.” He chuckled. “But before you get out there and face the big baddies on the streets, you have to do it right. Swear in and sign on the dotted line. Have the backing of the Agency with you.”
“Why does that sound like a trap?”
Devon glared at her, all but calling her a drama queen with his eyes. “No one is twisting your arm.”
“But you’re happy to break it, I see,” she replied.
He shrugged. “You’ll heal.”
“This place better have good health insurance. Sounds like I’ll need it.”
“You’re a Terra.” Devon crossed his arms as if that were all that needed to be said.
The tender skin at her neck said otherwise, but there was no use arguing that point. “So what’s my new training schedule looking like?”
“I’m going to put you on a daily regimen. When you’re not training with me, I want you in the weight room, working those muscle groups. You need to get some strength into those string beans you call arms.”
“Whatever. As long as I get to wear the cape!” Sage took the edges of it in her hand and flapped like a bird before wrapping herself up like a bat.
Grey cleared his throat.
She’d been so caught up with Devon she hadn’t even heard his footsteps in the hallway. How long had he been standing there listening to their conversation?
“What the hell is this idiocy?” Grey sounded like he was on the verge of laughter, but his face  retained the stony mask of indifference.
Sage twirled, fanning out the edges of the cape as she rounded to face him. “A superhero has to accessorize!”
Caught somewhere between a scowl and a laugh, Grey’s face hadn’t committed to either look, leaving him with an expression that ruined any serious words he might have spoken next. Before he could summon his voice, Sage lifted her head and strolled proudly across the room to meet him.
“If I’m going to pledge my allegiance to the order, they need to know who they’re getting as an agent.” She sauntered into the hallway.
“And so begins the glorious career of Captain Trainwreck.” Devon’s laughter echoed behind her.
“Great songs will be sung of my adventures. Mark my words.” Tears burned in her eyes as she fought to keep a straight face. With her head held high, she marched onward to victory.
“Sage…” Grey called out behind her.
Mr. Wet Blanket had to have the last word. Sage turned on her heel and shot him a look that could rival even Ava’s icy glare. “Don’t spoil this for me. I’m having a moment!”
“Okay.” He all but doubled over, hyperventilating as he gasped for air between snorts of laughter. “But can you have your moment over there?” Grey pointed as he fought to catch his breath. “Ava’s office is the other way.”
Dammit!
He was right, of course, but no way in hell was she giving up the high ground. She wheeled around and cat-walked down the opposite side of the hallway like a diva in a fashion show. She gave a little flap of her cape as she passed Grey. Overconfidence was better than letting him feel he’d taken the wind from her sails.
Grey clapped slowly. Sage could almost hear the sarcasm in each slap of his palms. “Are you planning to take any of this seriously?”
She wasn’t about to answer that baited question. Joking aside, this was the hardest thing she’d ever thought to do – signing over her partially immortal life in service to ASSET.

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Zack launched himself forward with impossible speed, closing the gap between them before she could register the movement. His hand found her mouth, preventing her shocked gasp from escaping. Zack stood nose-to-nose with her, so close she could feel the heat from his breath. “Sweet girl. So naïve to the dangers surrounding you; innocent to the true nature of the world.” His eyes grew darker, choking out all of the color that gave them their unnatural beauty. All predator, ready to strike, he pinned her against the apartment door. “Words lose their meaning with creatures like you. Headstrong. Impulsive... The only thing you learn from is failure.” The timbre of his voice deepened; his breathing slowed to a determined rhythm of raw desire. “A tempting target, giftwrapped for anyone willing to snatch you up.”
Zack let his hand fall from her mouth but kept her pinned to the door with his body. Close as he was, his eyes weren’t the only thing Sage focused on.
Those teeth.
Sharp as daggers. She’d experienced the sting of a vampire’s fangs once before, and that memory made her scars itch. “You’re acting like a real jerk right now, Zack.”
“I know.” He flashed those teeth at her again. “And don’t think I can’t hear how excited it makes you. Admit it. You’re more than a little turned on right now.”
A knot formed in her throat. She swallowed hard, forcing it down so she could speak. “Excited is not the word I would have chosen.” Her voice cracked, betraying the panic she was so desperate to hide. This wasn’t the Zack she knew; he’d morphed into something dangerous, and she couldn’t tell how real his threats were.
“Pick a word then,” he taunted. “Make it a good one.”
“Stop.” She pushed against him, but found his body an immovable wall. “You’re creeping me out.”
“Fear, is it?” Zack laughed coldly. “Good. You should be afraid. Most don’t survive being bitten.” His breath blew against her skin, surprisingly warm, but the effect chilled her blood.
“The last one who bit me didn’t survive.” She attempted again to mask the tremble of her voice with the threat.
“Grey, your great protector, was there to save the day. Where is he now?” Zack’s words struck her like a slap to the face, but before she could respond, he bent his head to the crook of her neck.
She cringed, expecting pain that did not come.
“I could have you right now.” Zack’s lips hovered, tantalizingly close to her throbbing pulse. He inhaled slowly as if savoring every note of her scent. “But the real question is, could you” – He lifted his head and met her eyes once more – “would you try and stop me?”
Zack’s words implied so much more than a simple threat. …. She couldn’t let that happen. But, being pinned against the door severely limited her options. Sage scrambled for the right words to stall long enough to find a way out. “I thought Terras were an acquired taste?” She reached down, toward her pocket.
Before she could dig for the knife she kept folded there, his knee came up, forcing her legs apart, and he growled possessively in her ear.
“One taste of you was such a tease. I need more.”
More than just a bad boy, Zack was pure sin wrapped in a taut body with maybe centuries of experience. A very small part of her, welcomed the excitement, but self-preservation trumped desire. “Get used to disappointment!”
He nuzzled her neck and pecked a kiss at her racing pulse. “Don’t pretend you aren’t thinking about it. I can smell your arousal. I can see the way you look at me.”
Her legs nearly went out from under her.

“You’re going to get yourself killed. I would be disappointed if someone else got to the prize before me.” Zack pulled back enough to meet her eyes again. “Rather than fall victim to the wrong sort,” he whispered, “let me have you.”



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When I write up my character sheets I almost always have notes on who I would like to have play a certain character if it were ever made into a movie. Here's a little snippet of the original notes I have on each of these characters.


Sage Cynwrig
Main Character: Sage Cynwrig. Recent college grad. Gamer and Sci-Fi Fantasy Nerd. Long Auburn hair. Turquoise eyes. Wishes she looked like the tomb raider. Character description inspired by actress Alexandra Daddario.




Matt Donovan
Matt: Human roommate, Sage's best friend. In a relationship with Josh. Sexy Geek. Bartender. Character Description inspired by actor, Alexander Skarsgård.



Grey Maddox:
Grey: Reluctant partner assigned to teach Sage the ropes. Looks like a pretty boy, fights like a bad ass with machetes. Think Justin Timberlake with his fedora on. Sage constantly picks on him for wearing the stupid fedora (something to consider for cover art).


Zack
Vampire playboy and pickup artist. Ice blue eyes. Not too sure what side he is on. He's a dead ringer for actor, Matt Bomer.


Devon Kade
Devon: ( Sage's Trainer) Seven foot tall – dark skin- Ogre. Silver eyes. Character description inspired by Samuel L Jackson's intensity mixed with Dwayne (the Rock) Johnson's size.



Mark
Surrogate Father. Operations Director ASSET Phoenix.



Ava Masters
Operations Director ASSET Las Vegas





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“Sage Cynwrig?” A man stepped out of the shadow of her tiny front porch. His face was partially hidden from the lamps. He stood at least a head taller than Sage, making her crane her neck to try to get a better look at him. What little she could see was not a face she recognized. But then how the hell did he know her name? Even worse, how did he know this was her apartment?
Her heart kicked into overdrive, and she scanned around to see if there might be more men hiding in the shadows.
Dammit! She screamed in her head. Because of course this night had to end with more oddities.  
“Who’s asking?” She scrutinized what little she could see of him. The path lights were on, but he was standing just out of their glow. For a moment she’d worried the guy from the bar had followed her somehow, but this man was entirely different. With a black fedora cloaking some of his head and a leather duster over a dark shirt and black pants, he was camouflaged within the shadows. The only light resided in his eyes, pale turquoise that had a hint of familiarity she couldn’t quite put a finger on.
With a growl of frustration, she met his eyes with an annoyed glare, balling up her fist ready to fight like Devon had been training her to do.
“Are you Sage Cynwrig?” he asked, with more force this time.
“No,” she lied. “And this is private property. If you don’t leave the premises, I’ll call security.”
He reached out faster than she could react and took hold of her left hand, flipping it over to reveal her birthmark.



Her instincts kicked in and she twisted her wrist, breaking his flimsy hold and rounded on him, sending her fist flying at his face.
Quick as she was, he was faster, and he blocked her strike with ease. “We need to talk.” He stepped into the light and held his arms up in surrender.
She’d been ready to hit him again but caught sight of his wrist. He had the same birthmark. Her eyes lit with as much shock as many before had evidenced when they first looked on her deformity. She’d believed that only she and her mother shared this special marking, but now she knew that to be a lie. And suddenly the turquoise eyes made sense too. Was he family? Some distant relation she’d never been told of? He not only shared the same eye color as her mother, but also the same deformity. All the way down to the crown of leaves above what appeared to be a tree shaped out of broken veins.
“I’m not here to fight with you.” He lowered his hands slowly and spoke in a whisper that forced her to pay attention to hear him. “I’m here to help.”
“I don’t need any help.” She relaxed her fighting stance. The alarms that had gone off at the bar when she’d dealt with those other gorgeous blue eyes were silent now in the presence of this equally dangerous-looking guy. What the hell was going on? Her instincts should have been telling her to run. She should be screaming for help or calling the police. Normal people didn’t skulk in the shadows. But standing in front of this guy, who clearly wanted to look like a dangerous bad ass – he’d have to lose the fedora if he hoped to achieve that – she felt only curiosity.
“You might not think you need help just yet, but you do,” he replied. “Can we go inside and talk? I can explain.”
“We can talk out here.” She crossed her arms in front of her.
“No. We can’t. Too many ears listening.” He nodded upward. Sage turned to look in the direction he’d indicated and saw someone drawing curtains shut in a second-story apartment. “You and I share the same symbol. Aren’t you the least bit curious what it means?”
Sage opened her mouth to say yes, but the word refused to come. That was exactly what he would want her to say.
“Does the name ASSET make a difference?” he whispered again.
That word threatened to bring her to tears. She didn’t want to say it out loud, but if he knew about ASSET, then he had to know about her mother. Maybe he was connected to her family in a way she’d never known. “Fine,” she groaned, hoping she wasn’t about to make the stupidest of all mistakes by allowing him inside. “But I swear, if you put a hand on me again...”
He smirked. “I have no interest in putting my hands on you.”
“Good,” she responded quickly, though not too certain what he meant by that comment. Either way, she was making a beeline for the kitchen to grab a knife.
Agents of A.S.S.E.T.
The world is full of magical creatures and artifacts.  The Anonymous Supernatural Security and Elimination Taskforce is on the front line, maintaining the balance of power, ensuring humans remain safely oblivious to the dangerous magic around them.

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