The Reign of the Dragons: Chapter 1: The Death

I was on my way to the President's quarters.

His son had been in a coma for two years.

I mean, what was he even doing?! He could've contacted the organization the moment he realized those doctors were useless. But no. He listened to them for two damn years. And then—suddenly—like a lightbulb flickering back to life, he finally figured out they were lying to him. Seriously? Two bloody years? He's the President of the country, for god's sake. He should know when people are fooling him.

Sorry, I'm ranting. As you can see, I'm pissed off. And I haven't even introduced myself yet—how ill-mannered of me.

My name is Jane Blaze. I'm a mercenary. But that's not all there is to me. Do you know how dangerous it is when a doctor knows how to fight? We know exactly where to hit for maximum impact. And guess what? I'm a doctor—proficient in both modern medicine and Ayurveda (Ancient Indian Medicine).

That waste of a President—don't tell him I said that—finally realized modern medicine alone wasn't enough to wake his son, so he ordered a doctor who was well-versed in both modern and ancient healing methods from any country that could possibly help.

And yes, that's where I come in. I should be honored, right? Wrong. I'm only here because I was forced into this job. The money's great—enough to live the rest of my life work-free—but I still don't want to be here.

Oh, did I forget to mention? The President is stupid, and his son is a jerk. The guy has way too many charges and bounties on his head. Honestly, it's astonishing that he's still alive.

CRASH.

What the—

"Who the hell hit the car?" I snapped.

I turned to my guard. "Go check who it was. If he's still inside, grab all his credit cards."

My very handsome but slightly dim-witted guard nodded and stepped out of the car—only to get shot in the head.

Shit.

I know what this is. Someone is here to assassinate me.

This must be the work of La Aqua. That organization hates my organization, La Brise. But, to be fair, their hatred is justified. My boss and their boss were lovers turned enemies. Now, they're in an eternal game of cat and mouse, and the rest of us are just collateral damage.

Boom.

Oh great. All my guards are dead.

Get yourself together, Jane. Get out of the car before you go up in flames with it.

That wasn't exactly the most encouraging thought, but fear works miracles, I tell you. I scrambled out of the car just before it exploded.

And now... here goes my life.

Standing in front of me was a man.

Not just any man.

A dangerously good-looking one.

He wore black skinny leather pants that clung to his legs like a second skin, a gray shirt, and a black leather coat. His mesmerizing honey-gold eyes gleamed under the dim light, and his jet-black hair framed his sharp features perfectly. He looked like a god of death, and he was pointing a gun at my head.

Why the hell is my life so bad?

I mean, that guy should be my boyfriend, not my murderer.

Well, no use standing here admiring him. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him.

We stood there, locked in a silent standoff, our expressions calm.

He didn't seem the least bit bothered.

He finally spoke. "Drop the gun, turn around, and leave. You are not to save that jerk." His voice was low, but there was an unmistakable growl behind his words.

I smirked. "I know he's a jerk and deserves to die. But I'm a doctor—I save lives. And I'm being paid a very handsome price to save his. So, move out of my way."

His grip on the gun tightened.

I knew he was about to shoot.

So was I.

I pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Everything went black.

That bastard shot me.

Oh my god. I died.

This is awesome. (Please note the sarcasm.)

...Wait.

How am I still thinking if I'm dead?

Why does it feel like I've been hit by a car?

Why do my arms and legs hurt?

I shouldn't be feeling pain. I'm dead.

...Right?

What the hell is happening?!

No. No way.

Don't tell me this is one of those rebirth situations we only read about in books.

If it is... I'm kind of excited.

But also terrified.

What if I'm reborn as a villainess?

Ugh. That's going to be so damn tiring.

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