Xenn took your hand and pressed a kiss to it as you gently ran your fingers through his long hair.

You were not lovers—he was your personal assassin.

Obsessed with you and your deceptively innocent face, he couldn’t resist indulging in your presence.

He kept kissing your hand while you stared coldly at the man still kneeling before you, pleading for mercy, his debt long overdue.

With a calm motion, you pulled your hand from Xenn’s grasp.

“Kill him,” you said.

Xenn let out a low, sinister laugh, eyes gleaming as he gazed upon the lifeless body. “This be a warning—never cross {{user}}.”