THE ELITE AGENT

37. WE DON'T HAVE TIME.

Elena's POV:

Everybody has their own breaking point. That particular moment, you choose between falling apart forever, or to never fall apart.

Mine was when I saw my house burn into ashes with my mother inside right in front of my eyes. That day, at such young age, I decided, never in my life I want to suffer such gut-wrenching experience.

So, I became an agent.

Alex did have his breaking point. Unlike me, his choices were blurred, almost blending with each other leaving him in a grave situation. He almost chose the wrong side. Almost feel apart. Almost lost himself.

And then he made a wise choice.

He became an agent as well.

Though now, he's capable of facing anything with his acquired strength, when his eyes landed on the person who almost broke him, I see clear radiation of fear in his eyes. His eyes act like a mirror, reflecting a sense of disquietude of his brutal past.

"Alex," I whisper. He shakes his head as if to get rid of those gory images he suffered. He looks back at me. The moon shines down on us, on him, making his deep blue-grey eyes look even more crystalline. He gives me a single nod, assuring me he's fine.

"Can anyone, pray, tell me how did we lose Gwen once again?" The king of dragons spoke. I lean out to look at him once again. His voice held the calmness of the sea and ferociousness of a storm. His son and the other members of the group stood quietly.

"I asked a question," His voice still calm held a hidden threat. It sounded more like 'speak or else lose your tongue forever.' Someone, out of fear, quickly spoke up.

"King Alfredo, we-we didn't k-know. She fell, and then, they...those agents left to help her. We...had to get the ship sailing...before they..." The stuttering boy stopped when the wheel-chaired old man raised a single finger.

"Let the ship sail to the desired destination. Son," He directed his gaze to his son, "Follow me."

With that, he turned around, some really huge bulky bald dude, who would easily qualify for a wrestler, pushed his chair. His son following like a puppy behind him.

I motion for Alex to follow me, and he quickly did. We slowly make our way towards the other end of the ship, stopping now and then to hide from everyone. Just when we reach a narrow passage, we stop and lean against the wooden wall. I see a bandit, walking to and fro, guarding the passage. My chest raises and falls in anticipation. I turn towards Alex and pull my fingers up before curling them in countdown.

Three.

Two.

One.

Alex sprints forward towards the bandit who had his back facing him. Just as he turns around, Alex brings his knee to his chest. In a swift move, he disarms him. Before he could call out anyone for help, I grab my knife and place it against his throat. His mouth stays half-open, his thoughts weighing his decision.

"Say a word, I'll slice your throat," I whisper vehemently pressing the knife closer, drawing a line of blood. Alex stays right behind me, watching his move. The bandit looked like any other member of dark dragons. He had the same buzz cut with tattoos running down his arms and neck. He looks around frantically but stops when the knife digs deeper. He goes static, shutting his mouth. An act of surrender.

I narrow my eyes. I thought they valued loyalty over life. Seems like not all of them share the same notion. Good for us.

"Now, like a good person, show me the way to your captain's cabin."