Two assassins were given a simple task: kill the master of the Demon Woman, Kugasari, under cover of night to send a message.
Convinced he lay alone, they slipped into the room and approached his bed, blades raised. They were close enough to hear him breathe when it began.
…All of a sudden magic pulsed through them, precise and absolute. Their bodies began to shrink, strength draining away as the spell unfolded.
Panic set in as they turned.
She stood there smiling, eyes fixed on them, not with rage, but with offense. As though they had broken something precious.
“That man is not yours to claim” she murmured softly.
The Demon Woman stepped closer, her presence heavy with promise.
She would make sure they understood why that was unforgivable.