Аннотация
There was one more attacker
Annja whirled, expecting her final opponent to be closing the distance between them while her attention was elsewhere.
But that wasn’t the case. The other man hadn’t moved.
He stood watching her, hands held behind his back, like an instructor evaluating her performance.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Annja asked, and was surprised at the depth of anger she heard in her voice.
Her opponent said nothing.
“I’ll give you one last—”
She never finished the sentence.
One second her opponent was standing in front of her with both hands behind his back, and in the next he was leaping forward, a Japanese long sword suddenly appearing in his hands.
Annja just barely managed to deflect the strike as she brought her own sword up.
Where the hell had that sword come from?
It was almost as if he’d conjured the thing out of thin air….
Titles in this series:
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