"W-Why—cough!"
Alex, who was looking down on Urmina with eyes as cold as ice, heard her broken voice as he saw tears streaming down her cheeks.
She was crying not in pain but in betrayal. Just when she thought that her world might turn for the better, she was dying, and she didn't even know why it was happening.
What did she do wrong?!
Alex stared at her for a second before his lips moved.
"I guess I got a bit rusty in the last two years..."
He muttered as he caressed his jaw and cheek muscles. It was really hard manipulating them and making it seem like he was a guy madly in love.
As said many times before, he was the best assassin one could think of, and assassins aren't just killers; they are planners as well.
An expert assassin wouldn't wear a black dress and black mask; they would just put on a normal set of clothes and come talk to you without even letting you know that they were going to kill you in the next few seconds.
