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HANNAH'S POV

My eyes lingered on my uncle, tears welled up my eyes. I didn't know what I felt in that moment, did a decade of foiling my hands with blood just end ?

Did it just end after I tried so many times to end it myself ?

It can't be this simple.

"Hannah dear, are you crying ?" My gaze lands on Sinclair who had this signature smirk plastered on his face. "Tears of joy I suppose." He added chuckling internally. I facepalmed myself slowly drying my tears. Zachary stood beside me after putting away the gun. "Are you okay ?" He seemed rather concerned, I sobbed more a bit then started laughing. The situation was too hilarious to cry about.

"Hannah ?" Zachary voiced probably concerned at how fast I switched from crying to laughing.

"She's probably lost it." James joked, immediately I stopped laughing, I removed my palm from my face, the look on my face was gloomy and dispassionate.

"All it took to stop being assassin was for Zachary to hold me at gunpoint ? Did you ever consider the
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