Chapter Fifteen

A black power bike is a right of passage in the organization; each assassin is given a black bike, on the night of your initiation into the family, we only differentiate one bike

from the other with the numbers written on it.

"Is there something written at the corner?" I asked Cole, who was still busy looking at the bike.

"Something, like a name?" He said, I was silently praying that I would be wrong, but when he wasn't forthcoming with the reply, I grew impatient watching him search for it at the wrong places. I hurriedly moved closer, and in one glance I saw the number written on it. I gasped, realizing that I wasn't just right; but it was the ghost I thought I would never see again.

"How did you know about the number?" Agnar asked. His stare was as confusing as ever. But I was too dumbstruck to say a word.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Luna Katya, you look flustered," Alina pointed out.

"I'm fine; I'm just not feeling myself today," I said, trying to cover up my tracks.

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