I’ve always loved deception. The caveat? I only like it when I’m the instigator. Being the top female assassin in our guild gives me a lot of perks. My favourite? Not having to train the arrogant recruits, most of who will end up in a body bag before the year is up. My boss knows this, so as punishment when I “misbehave,” I’m forced to do what I hate train starry-eyed recruits so they might have a snowballs chance of survival. Though maybe I should be the one worried, because these two might be the death of me. Life doubles down on my misery by giving me fated mates I never asked for, and making me the star in a ruse I never saw coming. Things are happening in the shadows, and I better watch my back before someone sticks a knife through it. Still, they better be careful because they aren’t the only masters of deceit here. If they want to play, I’ll play. I’ll be their funeral. This story is the first in a super slow burn why choose series. Check your trigger warnings inside. What it lacks on steam it makes up for in fight scenes.