The Valensi Chronicles · Book One
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One law her kind does not forgive, and two seconds to break it.
Paris has been High Guard for over a century, loyal to the Citadel, good at the only thing she was ever trained to be. Then the Hierarchy marks her oldest friend for death and sends someone to collect. Under the Eiffel Tower, in the gray hour before sunrise, Paris has a second to decide. She kills one of her own. That law is older than any Valensi alive and there is no version of it that bends. Now she is a hundred and thirty-nine years old, still getting carded, running with a death warrant behind her while a three thousand year old telepath decides which hunter to send. She has always done what survival required. This is the first time she has to live with it.