Chapter 44

It's not for nothing that she was known more as a warrior than a princess. When Nefertiti entered the temple, the men who had kidnapped her were still there, and they watched her in surprise. She didn't stop to think for a moment because doubt was no longer a part of her. She surveyed her surroundings and counted twelve people, a sinister smile crept across her face. She could handle them all. The candles were extinguished, so the lighting was dim, which facilitated her task. None of them knew what or who was attacking them.

She gracefully slid the dagger she held in her hand, severing necks and opening throats, blending into the shadows that were her allies. She watched as each man fell to his knees, clutching their throats in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but it was futile. She knew exactly where to cut to sever an artery.

Every time the light of life disappeared from a pair of eyes, she began to understand why murderers were what they were: there was a certain pleasure