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theme 28: golden thread
His hands were really starting to hurt.
Smile. Look pretty. Give them your most flirtatious glance. Elena had said, as she had neatly tied his hands up with golden thread, unaware that she hadn't told him that she was an expert in the art of tying knots. Because it was really hard to break it.
And besides, he always looked pretty! Well. Handsome. But pretty was just another word for handsome, so in the end, it was a moot point.
The lights flashed on.
Reno smiled, his most flirtatious glance melting all the female spectators, although internally, he was seething.
Next time, they were going to be part of a theatre production so they could assassinate their latest target: the lead actor.
He would have done the task immediately… had the job not appealed to his theatrical nature.
The red haired Turk always liked to have centre stage, and what better way to do that by killing the actor with a bang?