Disclaimer: I don't own it. Just the twisting, winding maze of grey matter within my cranium.
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Thoughts
47
He'd always considered himself a professional. Trained to follow orders, raised to know no emotions, this slip of a woman, with the dragon on her cheek and the haunted doe eyes, startled and confused him. Having only slept with a woman in order to kill her or another, the feelings Nika aroused within him were……interesting. The guilt he'd felt when he saw the marks he'd left bruising her skin and the tear tracks staining her cheeks still lingered, like the bitter aftertaste to a pill. This new warmth that rose in his chest whenever he thought of her was intriguing. The urge to hold, to protect, to ensure her happiness was frightening. Yes, he feared Nika. She sat there, eyes narrowed in thought and annoyance, unknowingly threatening to destroy the world that 47 had built up around him. He should have killed her when the option was still welcome to him.
Nika
47's hands tightened on the steering wheel and she wondered just what he was thinking of. He scared her, this man of ice and steel, this harbinger of doom. Her life was a tale of desperate survival, her only skills that of pleasing a man. And yet here she sat, in the front seat of a car with Death himself, a man with no interest whatsoever in her body. She knew that she loved him, and she hated him for it. She knew he watched her steps at the vineyard, never letting her even catch a glimpse of his movements. And she knew that every beat of her heart pounded out a rhythm of regret for him, the only liability he had ever left breathing.
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