Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Harry Styles.
Thirteen days.
Thirteen days since I've seen Winter.
Nine days of wondering if she was still alive.
Nine days since I'd turned up at her flat, expecting to pick her up, or join her inside, expecting only to see her like we'd agreed.
Nine days since I forced myself inside when she wouldn't answer me, to find her flat empty, without a single sign of life.
Nine days of wondering where the fuck she had gone.
Still in the office, it felt like we never left this place. My fingers tapped repetitively on the desk like a nervous habit. Ever since I met her, I hadn't stopped wondering where she was, what she was doing. Months later, and she was still in my head.
"I don't understand." Niall frowned, clenching onto his cup of coffee like it was the only thing keeping him awake.
"If Marshall finds out the security that were watching my girlfriend turned up dead, what the fuck do you think he's going to assume?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to make him understand why I hadn't told anyone. Why I'd said nothing.
I hadn't even realised they were dead until I went to knock on the window and ask if they'd seen her leave. Opened the door. Found three corpses instead.
"And what happens when we start looking for her?" I went on, voice quieter now. "What happens if someone puts it together — that Winter is the fucking assassin we've been chasing for months?"
Niall shrugged with a huff, his tie was crooked, his shirt untucked and crumpled. "You started digging the hole and haven't stopped. I don't know what to tell you,"
He had a point, but I wasn't going to turn on her now. "He can't know they're dead. Or that she's missing."
Niall shook his head again, unsure of what to say to me. Nothing would ever be able to save me if my boss found out that the girl I'd brought to his New Years party, and the assassin keeping us awake for months were the same person.
