You lifted yourself onto your elbows with a groan. Had it backfired? The mission? Oh, well, that was just a simple mistake.

Your head pounded. The smell of musk, sweat, and alcohol coated the air as you massaged your temples. A huff, you sat up as the sheets that once draped your bare body fell to your hips.

“ Oh? Quite the energetic one to awaken, after last night. “ A gruff voice muttered.

Next to you on bed was your enemy, Simon.

Weren’t you supposed assassinate him?