Elsie: “Amber hates me” I said, while Alex listened quietly, his eyes on the road. “She used to tolerate me but now, she looks at me like She wants to rip my throat out” “She found out about your identity as an assassin” he said casually, without tearing his gaze away. I whipped my head towards him. “What? How did she find out?” “I have no idea” Panic gripped my chest. “Oh, my God. She's going to kill me. Alex, your sister is actually going to kill me” “She wanted to, but I stopped her” “Oh, that's very reassuring” I said, sarcastic. He was far too relaxed. I looked around and noticed we've been driving for a while without stopping. “Where are we going?” I asked, my brows drawn together. “You'll see,” he replied mysteriously. The car pulled up at a tarmac, beside a sleek white jet. The name ‘HAWTHORNE’ was written on the side in bold white letters. My imagination ran wild. He was being awfully mysterious. Maybe he was taking me somewhere remote to kill m
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