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In the Kingdom of Veradis, there existed an assassin organization so ancient that even the king did not know the identities of its members. Raven was their deadliest weapon. No one had ever survived one of her hits. When she received her next assignment, she thought it would be just another one. She was to infiltrate the grand solstice ball and assassinate the crown prince before midnight. The reward was a fortune. Failure meant her own death. Everything was going according to plan—until she finally found herself alone with him. The prince looked at her as if he’d been waiting for her for years. Then, without fear and without calling for help, he said: ‘You’re three years late.’ Raven froze. She had never seen him before. Yet he knew her face… her real name… and the hidden symbol beneath the dagger—one that only the assassins of her order could recognize. For the first time, the hunter realized she wasn’t the one who had fallen into a trap. Someone had brought her to the castle for a purpose far more dangerous than a simple assassination.