The Assassin Who Worshipped Me
He looked like death incarnate—shirt blood-splattered, hair disheveled, veins throbbing on his neck.
“I won’t tell you again.”
The man chuckled. “Still possessive, I see. Still foolish.”
Zech didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the trigger.
But the man dodged quick, like a phantom and ducked behind the pillar. I screamed as bullets flew past me. Zech lunged forward, pulling me down and shielding me with his body. We hit the floor hard.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing hair from my face.
I nodded, breathless. “Who is he?”
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