Top Assassin with Superpowers Reborn novel Chapter 4

Her bold, teasing voice cut through the silent, heavy air of the cage. It didn't belong there. She was leaning back against the wall, completely relaxed, as if she were lounging on a beach.
Andrew Mohler's gaze shifted toward her. Her clothes were caked in blood and dirt. Her face was so filthy her features were hard to distinguish.
But her eyes—those rare twin pupils—were unforgettable.
Andrew moved closer. He stopped in front of her. His eyes were assessing. "What did you say?"
Margaret looked the handsome man up and down, a hint of surprise in her raised eyebrow.
<i>Wow. He's really good-looking...</i>
And for some reason, she felt a pull toward him. Something about him made her want to get closer.
She ran her tongue over her lips. Her gaze deepened, a flash of wild, predatory hunger in its depths.
Her eyes followed him, filled with a quiet curiosity.
She met his stare, her voice steady. "I said I can win your fight for you. If I do, you get me out of this place."
If this were her old body, a dump like this couldn't have held her for a second.
But this body was weak. She had just used up her energy healing her legs, and now her power was dormant. Escaping on her own in this state? Impossible.
So, she focused on the man in front of her.
He could definitely get her out. The cufflink on his black shirt was stamped with a totem from Vyrthar.
That was the symbol of one of those ancient families from Karemin—centuries old, surviving every change in history, powerful but secretive.
On the surface, people talked about the four big families of Karemin. But Margaret knew this old family was the real power. Compared to them, families like the Tuckers, for all their public fame, were nothing in terms of true wealth and influence.
Even the royal family of Karemin had to show them some respect.
"You're not afraid to die?" Andrew watched her. She stared right back, those strange eyes showing no fear at all.
Instead, he saw a hidden excitement. A spark of greed.
It irritated him.
She looked at him like a starving wolf looked at a fat, juicy lamb.
Andrew frowned.
"Stop wasting time, pretty boy. Do we have a deal or not?" Margaret's patience was always short. Her temper was worse.
In her world, strength was the only thing that mattered.
She knew he was from that powerful, secretive family. So what? She was Reaper. She had her own pride.
Secret family or not—if they made her angry, they'd end up just as dead.
Andrew's eyes darkened. The corner of his mouth turned up just a little. "So young, and already so cocky? You know what happens to people who talk to me like that? They're dead."
"That's just how I roll. Don't even think about changing me," Margaret shot back, unaffected by his intimidating presence.
She was the top assassin. Being arrogant and ruthless was just who she was.
She didn't back down. Her icy gaze locked with his. "People who used to talk to me like that? They're also dead too"
Her eyes shone with absolute confidence—bordering on pure arrogance.
She was covered in filth from head to toe, but she still burned bright.
Untouchable. The center of everything.
"Fine. I hope your skills are as good as your mouth." He accepted the deal.
Her sheer, brazen confidence impressed him. That wild, self-assured aura... it was oddly compelling.
The middle-aged man nearby frowned, worried. "Sir, that girl looks so weak. She'll be torn to pieces in that ring."
Andrew's voice was cold. He didn't seem to care. "She's nothing but a slave. If she dies, that's on her."
The man remembered then—his boss was merciless to his core.
Before stepping into the ring, Margaret made one request. She wanted a bath and clean clothes.
She was a serious neat freak. Wearing these dirty rags was pure torture.
Andrew, who also hated dirt, agreed.
If she was going to die anyway, she might as well die clean.