"cut the bullshit mate. Don't tell me you're still in love with me because that would me grade one kind of pathetic" she said without flinching and he was just there, looking at her, not even caring about what she said and how she said.
He had so many questions of his own, but he could tell she wasn't going to give him any answers soon. She looked at this man, the man she loved for years and years on end. She still loved him, but she was on a mission, and she couldn't fuck it up.
She was no longer the girl they had known. She wasn't the person who card for people or the girl who made things happen. Here and now, she was an assassin sent to kill him. She was sent to make sure he never saw the full moon tonight, but why was it getting so hard?
