Excerpt: (Assassin)

Eliza looked down at the city square, searching for her target. The last 7 years had been tough, but she'd learned, and this was her final test before she would be inducted into the secrets of (assassins). She breathed carefully, focusing on her goal, ignoring the butterflies that threatened to send her and her guts both falling out of the church steeple. It was a perfect spot. High, something people looked at all the time but never really paid attention to. She'd often climbed up into the bell tower to think and ponder, and over the years, no one had ever questioned her being there, and she didn't think they'd start all of a sudden today. She rechecked the alignment on the crossbow, and then sighed. Just her luck, the one time he would be late.
A flash of green caught out of the corner of her eye told her he was precisely on time, She drew a steadying breath, then aimed just so, knowing she would only get one shot.