The Assassin

The Assassin
The Assassin

He was young, and he smiled at her arrogantly. Why would an assassin be so young, and how could he possibly be arrogant? He sat down across from her with his legs crossed. Despite everything he’d said, she was trembling.

He tilted his head. “I told you, you have no reason to be afraid of me.”

It wasn’t like she had an off switch for her fear. “Why were you smiling at me like that?”

He laughed and flashed an excited grin. “Well, I find you to be a rather pretty girl.”

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