A Red Mist: Assassin Series #2

Lucinda Millhaven, scarred for life by a rogue assassin's blade, clings desperately to the memory of her time with Alex Black, the man she'd come to love. Endless nightmares of the blade slicing through her flesh and down her face from eye to mouth played out as the seconds of the hospital clock ticked slowly past. But Alex never returned, and neither did her only friend, Alara Du Preeze.
The family that had ruthlessly cast her aside and sent her to the Killing Grounds now claim that they want her back and that she is forgiven for being born with the magical Arts flowing through her body; as natural as her life's blood. She'd be damned if she had to apologise!
But, Family Comes First is the Millhaven creed and even though chilled her to the core; she knew it was a worthy one.
A chance meeting with a street child will change Lucinda's life forever, but how can an assassin have a relationship with a child? Taking the child as an apprentice, she secrets her away to Millhaven House where she's met by Bastian, who, as always, rises to the occasion and smooths the way for Polly to stay with the family.
Lucinda, finally happy to have something positive in her life, throws herself into helping the rest of the school children, but fate has other plans for the assassin's blades.
A powerful businessman with links to House Black is rumoured to have paid a bounty on the family and when a red-clad assassin turns up to claim the prize, Lucinda's world is turned on its head. The Doctor, as he is known to everyone, is on her radar, so why is it that she can never lock him down?
Meanwhile, a Bishop with delusions of grandeur lays a bounty and Lucinda accepts, but things are rarely what they seem and what should be an easy kill turns into the most dangerous night of her life.
Family Comes First, but, as the Red Mist rises Lucinda will rely on two things only; the sharpness of her blades and the ball of white-hot anger in her heart. Love and hate, anger and tears, envy and greed, all wrapped up with a bow weaved from the ether and a cast with the flick of a wrist.
Let the Red Mist rise and loose the blades of revenge!