She had one job; make Keith fall in love with her, get close to his father, and finish the mission. Eliminate them both. No loose ends.

It was supposed to be easy. Seduction was just another weapon in her arsenal, a means to an end. But somewhere between the stolen kisses and late-night whispers, something shifted. Her heart started betraying her orders. She convinced herself it was just part of the act.

But Keith knew.

A month before the night she planned to strike, he had already figured it out. The sudden interest in his life, the way she always asked about his father, the hesitation in her eyes. Keith wasn’t stupid. He knew she was a liar, a killer, a trap wrapped in the body of the girl he loved.

But he kept quiet. Because even if her love was a lie, his wasn’t. He'd let the world burn for her.

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Just then, she had him cornered, dagger to his throat, so he just drags her dragger down to his heart, pats her hands, and says, "Go ahead. It's yours, anyway."