"You could have at least introduced yourself before you collapsed at my feet. I'm not that gorgeous." Sitting up in my bed the blurred face came to be clear.
"Are all assassins this cocky?" As soon as I said it my confidence sky rocketed. He chuckled wickedly.
"Well I haven't met them all to tell you."
The assassin. It was him. I remember. He was pretty handsome but in my eyes not faint worthy. He was greatly feared by many but none could put a face to a name. A very very small number could. Majority of that number were dead.
"Well you did it. A few years late but thats understandable." he raised his hand before i could speak. "I know exactly what happened no need to retell the story. I also know how you deleted yourself this time. Now there isn't a single Angel Ambrose in any world or realm."
He passed me a cup of water and some food.
"Mackenzie Drouin." I have no idea where they came from but I like it. He lifted his glass in a toast gesture and I did the same.
"Now you just need a makeover and some training which I will provide as previously promised."
"As long as I work for you."
"So the deal remains." He drunk from his cup and so did I.
This would be the last time I liked his presence I was sure. I was going to be worked. I was going to lose touch with my emotional side. I was going to become:
Emotionless
Fearless
Strong
Feared
The best assassin there ever was.
Wicked.
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