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"They call you Jaggur," he says calmly.
"And they call you Dracula," she replies, silver hair falling over cold eyes.
"I believe emotions make us human."
"I believe emotions make us weak."
He steps closer.
"Then why is your heart racing?"
She doesn't move.
"Why are you still standing?"
When a mastermind who trusts no one meets an assassin who fears nothing, love isn't gentle.
It's dangerous.
It's possessive.
It's blood beneath silver.