Nora's POV
"Obviously," I muttered, draining half my wine glass in one gulp.
"Who could possibly hate you enough to want you murdered?" Isabel placed the deadly arrow back on the counter, her expression genuinely troubled.
A bitter laugh escaped me. "Take your pick."
"It had to be a human who hired them," James stated, his piercing gaze fixed on Brent, who deliberately avoided eye contact.
"Is there any way to trace who made the payment?"
"Nothing I can access. These deals are always cash drops at random locations. Whoever wanted this done would have paid someone else to leave money at a predetermined spot." Brent rolled the arrow between his fingers, studying its craftsmanship. "You think we're brutal, but these assassins operate by ancient codes that make us look like amateurs."
"Do you have any idea where to locate them?" James pressed.
