Again, sorry I haven't updated.
Chaol woke up without Celeana next to him.
Now what is she doing. Stupid assassin.
He opened her suitcase and saw her combat gear was missing.
Great. She's probably killing some innocent person. Stupid assassin.
He should've known that no matter they were she would always kill. He sighed. Why did he agree to this?
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"So who do you reckon the man was?"
"I'm not sure. But with the way he moved he is most definetly a fighter. Maybe a guard."
"Right. So we have an assassin and a powerful looking man, in Ireland."
"Yup." Skulduggery said biting into an apple.
Valkyrie looked at her husband. She walked around to him and sat on his lap.
She let her lips loose on his. His arms weeving around her waisted and she relished in the feeling of his lips on hers.
The way his hands carressed her skin underneath her shirt.
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Celeana grinned at the man with the funny accent. Texan by the sounds of it. She like Texas, they all seemed... Minatious and wild.
"Hello. Are you Sanguine?"
"Yes."
He reached down to help her up. And once she was standing he pulled her underground.
"What are you doing?"
"Now, now. Miss Sardothien. I just got out of gaol. And I don't plan on going back anytime soon. It's incredibly boring."
"But... You're a hitman."
"Was. I was a hitman."
"So where are you taking me?"
"I'm afraid that will remain a mystery. CRAP! Now I bloody sound like the stupid detective."
"Detective?" She snarled.
He looked at her, but kept his mouth clamped shut. He let to much slip already.