Cracked bones, cracked hearts. Bruises littering flesh, with burns joined at them by their cold, uncaring wrists. A cry of pain, muffled by a hand larger than the mouth.
Why did he stay here? Why did he choose that for himself? God, he didn’t know. He didn’t know how could even manage after all that time. He loved her. He wanted to be like her. He would do anything for her - and she would do any...
Daxyl was a newly hired assassin. Normally, they went through training, and it took months for them to be ready.
Yet, not Dax. He had already been assigned a mission to prove if he was even capable in the first place. So, with his assigned partner - Nathan Highwell - in tow, the two set off to a fancy ballroom that their target was partying on.
“I’ve got the guns and knives, and some bombs if we...