Hero's, Criminals, and Soulmates
"Why didn't you tell me?" Leonard glanced over his shoulder, meeting the eyes of his soulmate.
"You wanted me to tell you that you were fated to a criminal?" He turned to face her, a cold laugh escaping his lips. His eyes meeting hers. "You wanted me to tell you that you were fated to your brother's enemy- the man that kidnapped you!" He paused momentarily, composing himself.
"No," She answered defiantly, standing firm, her eyes never leaving his. "I wanted you to tell me I was fated to you."
"I'm a criminal," Leonard scoffed, pointing at himself. "I make a living robbing people and killing anyone who gets in our way."
"You believe that being a thief sets us apart," She chuckled, shaking her head.
"Being a criminal is who I am. I can't change that. I won't change that." He stood strong, ready to watch her walk away.
"I am one of the most skilled assassins to have ever served in the League of Assassins." She took a step towards him, "I can kill a man, tear his heart out, and still look at myself in the mirror."
"What does that have to do with anything?" He growled, taken aback by her words. He opened his mouth to argue, knowing full well that she would cut him off before he could speak.
"I don't need you to change who you are. I just need to know you'll stand beside me regardless of what I've done." She stared deeply into his eyes, refusing to back down.
"You deserve more than a criminal, Allen," he argued, frustrated. "That's all I am. Nothing more."
"An assassin deserves more than a criminal?" She laughed. "I am a criminal- A murderer. How does that make me better than you?"
Leonard furrowed his brow, stunned by her reaction.
"We're the same Snart." She stated matter-of-factly.
Closing the distance between them, she positioned herself in front of him.
"What are you doing, Allen?" He was distracted by their proximity; he inhaled deeply, her scent filling his senses.
"Facing the inevitable," She answered, her resolve unwavering.
Excerpt- Ch. 17
