Chapter 8 Psychopath

Anna's POV

My throat went dry. My heart kicked once, hard, then steadied.

I stood still, weighing my choices. Reveal myself: claim the assassin’s mask? Or stay Anna, the foster daughter, the girl with no claws?

For now, I chose silence.

“This must be a misunderstanding—” I began.

“Shut up.” His...

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