the heart of me

“Apprentice. I am an Assassin apprentice,” Ira corrected because the idea of being an aspiring anything meant that he wasn’t anywhere close to it. He hadn’t actually killed anyone yet, and his blood and poison covered bones on the borders did not hold enough poison to outright kill, only to make ill to varying degrees depending upon how much of the bone was chewed, or if the marrow was sucked from it. “The blood covered bones and talismans? Are my work. They are coated in poison. Not lethal enough to kill but enough to make one ill. To deter wolves from taking what is ours.” He had even came up with the idea mostly on his own but with helpful prodding from Jinx. When Kaname spoke of Majesty having claimed an Island the insolent Princeling let out a snort of laughter. “He claimed an island?” If a nasty storm came off the shore their whole lives could be potentially destroyed or drowned by the raised tide unless there was higher ground. “Poisoning her would be the easiest. She would put up a fight or call for her traitorous lover if they were ripped out. Of course they could always be aborted like …like sometimes happens.” That would guarantee the litter’s death. Personally, Ira liked the option that didn’t involve throwing himself into harm’s way given that he was suffering from a wound already.

“Even if they had their scent would have been gone, I was too late by about a good couple of weeks. I only knew the general direction of Tortuga from…well it doesn’t matter how I know it. The point is they were on me nearly as soon as I slipped into their borders and I had to retreat because I was outnumbered and their second attempt to kill me might have hit it’s mark.” He admitted begrudgingly.