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Chapter Thirteen
I sprinted to my room flushed with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face.
I think I’m already in love.
Sparks. Check.
Flushed cheeks. Check.
Constantly thinking of him. Check.
Dreaming of him. Check.
Daydreaming of him. Check.
The erratic beating of my heart. Double-check.
Oh. My. Gosh.
This is a dream come true.
There’s so much happiness in my heart I’m going to burst. But at the same time, I felt scared and unsure of the future. I think it was too soon to feel these things but I don’t know it felt like it was been there all along. Did he felt the same way for me?
He's an assassin. Or I thought he is. I've lived with assassins my whole life the way they move or think isn't new to me.
And I'm a runaway princess.
He was stuck in the past while I am running from it.
I know it was bad to assume that he was still stuck in his past but that’s wha
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