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"I wouldn't be a target," he said flatly. "You're bugging the wrong person, anyway. Jared's already gone to do the attack, so there's no point in...
"Well, I'm going to go wash my stinkiness away."
He tapped her nose lightly before gesturing with her head. "Want to see some weather magic?"
He beamed, draping an arm over her shoulder. "Lovely."
She took a deep breath, looking down at her hands. "What are we going to do?"
“That doesn’t even make any sense, Gabe. I haven’t been working against you.”
“Uh huh. Sure.”
“Still.”
He kissed the tip of her nose quickly.
She took a shaky breath, her thumb brushing his cheekbone before she dropped her hand. “Why do they need us? Why do they need us still?”
“It does mean that you have to kill your targets, though.”
“Smelly, smelly, smelly.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“You can’t make me.”
She took a shaky breath before kissing his lips softly, her whole body trembling as she pulled away slightly. “Please don’t leave me alone here....
“Yeah, well, I feel the same about you,” he said flatly, returning to his computer. “You’re an assassin. Act like it.”
“Am I that stinky?”
“Is that an achievement?”
“No.”
“No, please don’t be sorry,” she said, sounding desperate. Her hand came up to rest on his jaw and she gently turned his face to look at her, and...
