The Crown cannot Help You

The Crown cannot Help You

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Audelia watches her dad get killed in front of her, and vows to get revenge. However, getting kidnapped puts a kink in her plan. Flynn found himself completely alone at a young age and ends up being recruited in an agency. He becomes their best assassin, always successfully killing his targets, until one night. Follow them both on their journey of sarcasm and development. ~ He followed her eyes and realised she was still holding his knife. The knife that was now pointing at his abdomen. Flynn bit down on the inside of his cheek as he looked back up to her face. "Predictable." She sang his own words back at him, unable to contain the smile that engulfed her face. "We'll call it a draw." Flynn conceded, lifting himself off of her. ~
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