Taste Of The Wild - The Four Seasons (ON HOLD)

Chapter 32: Silent Reconnoitre

Travil Swift

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"You didn't get to finish your last mission?" I asked, almost angrily.

Clinton bowed her head low and nods slowly.

"I'm sorry, Sir Travil. But the gang members were aware of the fact that we're after their leader so they doubled their security."

I clicked my tongue in frustration.

"Get out of my sight." I murmured, looking away.

She simply nods and stands to leave, heading for the front door. She came to a sudden halt and turned to look at me.

"This Winter girl, Sir Travil... Who is she?"

I grit my teeth at her stubbornness and glared at her. She stiffened as if I had froze her in her stand.

"Leave before I make you."

She didn't hesitate to continuously leave the house.

I began to think those last words from her and questioned myself more.

Who is Winter Blackburn?

Aside from being born from a prestigious family, I don't see why and how she can move like a pro assassin. Not to mention she can kill without lifting a hand and without the slightest bit of hesitation... It's frustrating.

I massaged my temples, angry at the news and head upstairs. I stopped in front of my room when I began hearing a series of music coming from the corner.

After careful considerations, I made my way towards the music room with a frown when I heard a singing voice. A voice that I know too well.

I silently opened the door and stood to see Winter playing the piano. Her fingers moved gracefully on the small white and black tiled materials that made me reminisce. It looked really familiar that I couldn't put my finger on.

I moved my eyes on her face and it's the first time I managed to get a good look. Her right eye was closed while the other remained unseen under a part of her sleek black hair. Her skin was like a porcelain doll that I'm afraid it might break if I touch it carelessly.

She had a perfect set of nose and a jawline that would make any men weak in the knees. Her lips weren't the darkest red like in movies, but they were pink and pale that you may barely even notice it. Her eyelashes were long and curvy under her perfectly made eyebrows.

I can't believe I wouldn't admit it before but she's drop dead gorgeous. Someone you may think would only appear in your imaginations.

She slowly stopped playing, clearly noticing that I was watching her.

"Enjoying yourself, Sir Travil?"

I raised my brow at the tone of her voice as she begins to stand from the chair but I stopped her. Rushing towards her, I held her hand that was placed atop the keyboard and she looked up at me in confusion.

This time I noticed, her hand is cold... Cold like the dead.

Sighing, I gripped the weapon in hand before swiftly cutting a wound on her palm.

I have to do this.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" She shouts, her eyes wide and tried to pull her arm from me but I only tightened my grip.

To ease the pain, I grasped her wounded hand in mine and gripped it. She tries pulling away but I snaked my other arm around her waist and pulled her against my chest.