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Author's Notes
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20


Gambit studies Rogue, watching the way she turns the ice cube in her fingertips, mezmerized. Something cold and hard glints in her eyes. His jaw tightens. It's the same look he's seen on Belle. Determination, yes, but shadowed with the intimate knowledge of murder. Ice. It's one of the oldest weapons of Belle's clan. The mark of her guild. The Guild of Assassins.

He remembers the first time he stumbled across one of the victims. Bruising on the neck, indicating a struggle, but not enough to kill. No. That wasn't "the way." "The way," as Belle told him later, was to hold the victim, force an ice cube into his throat, and then leave him to choke to death. After death, there were only a few bruises and some water in the throat. He remembers whispered jokes among the guild about him and Belle: fire and ice.

"You an' Stormy get squared?"

"Ah don't know why ya let y'self get worked up over her. Honestly, Remy, you jus' can't be treatin' these people like they were one a us! Ya got t'be firm, let them know their place, jus' like talkin' to a chile."

Several weeks ago, Remy LeBeau returned to the Big Easy, drawn by rumors that his wife, Belladonna, was still alive. Rogue went with him. While he searched for a cure to bring her out of her coma, Rogue volunteered to watch over Belle. And while Remy suspected something happened between the two, he had no proof--until now.

The slips in Rogue's accent. Her comments about Storm. Even the way her fingers brush across his chest. All mannerisms that Rogue could only have gotten from absorbing Belladonna.

Rogue slips the partially melted cube into the back of his shirt, causing him to gasp, suddenly startled. Her burst of laughter is warm, genuine. He catches her gaze again. Her green eyes sparkle impishly. Confusion clouds Remy's face. A moment ago he was certain that he was talking to Belladonna. Now, although he is certain this is not Belle, something about this young woman doesn't quite seem to be Rogue, either.


Continued in Chapter 7


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